by Lucio Muñoz
While in the park the day she agreed to be his bride,
Smiling, with pride,
She told him “My spring,
Can you hear the birds singing?,
I love them.”
While in the church’s garden the day of their wedding,
Joking, with lot of caring,
She told him “My golden ring,
Can you hear the birds singing?,
I adore them.”
While in their backyard now old and knowing she was about to die,
Laughing, cutting the pie,
She told him “My king,
Can you hear the birds singing?,
I will miss them.”
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
lrmt@hotmail.com
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Independent QLC researcher/consultant who enjoys writing and sharing short poems, short stories and haikus with friends and family. Goal: To write as simple as possible to be able to reach a wider audience from children to adults both in English and in Spanish.
Last updated September 22, 2011