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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