Reawakening & Miracles by Daginne Aignend

Two little blackbirds

searching diligently

for fallen twigs

Determined to build

a cozy home

for their offspring

Marvel, the tomcat, rolls on his back

cherished by the mild April sun

Mom and I are sitting on the terrace,

drinking fresh made coffee

I love the soothing fragrance

of the lilacs and hyacinths

A natural aromatherapy

for the mood and nerves

A while ago, our family was struck down

when my mom was diagnosed

with this horrible fatal disease

The world looked harsh,

the days painted in somber, dark gray

Since that day, we decided

every new day was a little present

Mom and I are admiring the

fresh green color of the young sprouts

of the birch trees in our garden

as the postman arrives and hands mom a letter

'Complete remission'

Springtime,

the season of reawakening

and miracles