A Patient's Lament Poem by Mary M. Coughlin

A Patient's Lament

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I missed the soft, gentle rains of April.
I did not hear the robin nestlings
Calling for their daily fare.
I did not see the early violets
Spring up from the woodland floor,
Nor see the graceful daffodils
Swaying gently in the breeze.
Where has April Gone?
Oh where has April gone?

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Mary M. Coughlin

Mary M. Coughlin

Port Charlotte, Florida, USA
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