The Red Bird

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem I wrote in college. It is a tribute to my great grandfather who passed 6 years ago now. The memories of my childhood rest with red birds now.

I watch from a far

A red bird sits


A glow of warmth

A red hazy summer


Curly red hair whips into view

His wrinkled tan hands

Grasp a twig or two


I follow

He leads


He teaches

I listen


To the whistles he makes

The aves sit and listen


Each smile

A burst of heat


Each lesson

Compresses into memory


A red glaze covers 

The beauty of this memory,

The warmth disappears

My focus recollects


The red bird sits

I watch and stare

The days pass by


But as long as the red bird stays

The beautiful memories of warmth and love

Will always remain

Submitted: May 15, 2020

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