Groundhog Day



Groundhog Day

Forty-seven years ago, we laid my Father

in a frozen Groundhog Day plot.

It would have been fun to only care

about the folly of a rodent shadow.


Instead, we buried

his rags to riches,

life-of-the party,

addicted, family shattering

short life.


Forty-seven years later,

on the date he was buried,

I hold my new grandson.

Warm, swaddling clothes

displace frozen ground.

My years now way beyond his

who never saw my wedding,

or any grandchild.


The Groundhog’s shadow is dark,

the tiny boy in my arms

brightens the day.


Little boy, little boy—

Will you see the sunlight of a long, healthy life

or the shadows of that brief buried one?


Much more than desolate winters,

may bright Springs guide your days.



Vern Fein


A retired special education teacher, Vern Fein has published over two hundred poems on over eighty sites, a few being: *82 Review, Bindweed Magazine, Gyroscope Review, Courtship of Winds, Young Raven's Review, Ariel Chart, Monterey Poetry Review, and Corvus Review. Recently his first book of poetry--I WAS YOUNG AND THOUGHT IT WOULD CHANGE--was released by Cyberwit Press.


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