NaPoWriMo: Day sixteen

She will forever be trees and models of birds

They were porcelain

And on the day she left forever

The branch of the woodpecker broke

But the bird still held on tight

She was mother to my mother

And you can hear her song in my mother’s eyes some days

Sometimes it is a happy violin hopping branches and fluttering through sunlight

Sometimes it is a blues song

All brass and sorrow

Those days are fewer and further in between now

But they still happen.

This is for my grandmother

Queen of feathers and forest breezes

When you look at us from wherever heaven may be

I hope you smile

I hope you dance like your laugh always told us you could

Grandmother you will always have a place in our home

That goes beyond photographs

And for what you did in life

And for the stories you left in death

There is no other words

But thank you

Dear grandmother

Thank you.


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