While little E and big L visit <br />The butterfly garden, I write. <br />The roof keeps me safe from sun <br />As I await them for an ice cream respite. <br />The hyper activity of a day <br />Playing tourist in our own back yard. <br />I study the young on spring break <br />But envy only a few - they young lovers - <br />Who gently touch each others hand. <br />As I silently wonder if they have built <br />The necessary foundation to make their tenderness last <br />Against the storms that are sure to come.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-break-observation-ii/
