Yellow summer bird
who perched on Meghan's
delicate hand, who knew
her soul was studying trust
in precious places — for singing,
for brief rest — before her test
of ultimate flight away,
away…..
Oh, little bird, return to
Meghan’s winter house.
Sing to the brokenhearted,
beckon their glance over the
drift.
There, a snow angel glistens.
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My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.
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My poem was inspired by and is dedicated to Tom Degan's sharing about the death of a beloved little girl in his life, a family friend, on December 18, 2013. Four days before she died, he posted at his blog and facebook wall a photo of Meghan's hand holding a wild bird, and since her death has posted a photo of the two of them together along with some of his perfect words. You can find the photos and his short, beautiful commentary at the bottom of his post titled "Nightmare Revisited," dated December 14. I hope this link works. (If not, go to tomdegan.blogspot.com)
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