Spring Comes
You’re never too old to begin again.It’s Easter; a day for beginnings. We’d both fallen dormant in the winter of our spouses’ deaths. But what’s frozen can bloom again. I sit beside her on the bench, offering a bouquet of dandelions. She giggles like a young school girl, then quiets. “I don’t know how to begin anew.” I interlock our fingers. “As the tulips unfurl, so shall you, sweet Ellie.” Her eyes twinkle. “I didn’t know you were a poet, Henry.” “Will it...