Today's poem is by Connie Post

Robin Red Breast
       

All through your illness
I wake to the sound of birds

I ignore them

I don't care about the
type, kind, species
or if they are far or near

I just get dressed
and drive to see you

two months after you die
a red breast robin
makes a nest in the hanging plant
just outside my bedroom window

I watch her carefully
I go to the window
countless times a day
and make sure everything is okay

I worry at night
about the eggs
and if they will still
be there in the morning

I read grief books
I watch mindfulness videos

nothing helps

It's a Sunday in June
I watch her until noon
she stares ahead
doing her silent work

I see now
how someone comes back to you
often times, in a small shelter
just beyond your reach

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Copyright © 2024 Connie Post All rights reserved
from Broken Metronome
Glass Lyre Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission