To My Springtime Babe by Bree Bailey

Not many know

you were here.

Your spring path confirmed

at the heels of a summer that

never should have happened.

What I wouldn't give to feel your fresh air

that would have developed

over a hard winter.

You’d greet my new

strong mama arms.

Weaken me,

cause me to shiver.

I will never know

if you were more

Sunshine

than

Thunder.

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Bree Bailey (she/her) is a NYC full-blown bibliophile. Her poems reflect on growing up, falling in/out of love, and family. Bree is great at air drums and decent at poetry. Bree’s poems are forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, and All My Relations, among others.

Find her on Twitter at @thebreebailey