As I sat at the window table
Where Mom would serve me sap-sweet pancakes
I would seek those birds at breakfast
Hypnotised by their banter
Songs of morning
Delightfully living, uninhibited
Family reunion, with all invited
A brief glimpse of infinity
Still guiding me to this day
Sweet stacks and song, the morning long
How I miss those birds at breakfast
Before yet a worry
Too early yet
For ignorance, or better still, wisdom to take my hand
To drift away in chirps and syrup
No heartbeat, no ego, no desire
For those would ruin everything
Oh, those memories of home
And all those birds at breakfast
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