Read Poem: This February Baby, by Karina Guardiola- Lopez

was not born on a hot summer evening
no sunsets to be felt or seen
through clear glass jam jars on a patio table

was not born on a warm spring day
no Blue jays sang or sat in trees among
amber monarchs butterflies fluttering

was not born in a brisk autumn morning
no sound of crispy cranberry maple leaves being stepped on
no lingering pumpkin spice, cinnamon and nutmeg lattes in the air

born during cold, gusty winds
white blankets covered all dead things

where my father’s numb fingers peaked through torn gloves
when my mother was induced to save us both

it was during a time where all things would soon resurrect
return, bloom and given a second chance

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