Messenger


Cardinal

Cardinals remind me 

of childhood 

of my father 

of my yard out front 

they remind me of depth 

of colors 

of things I don’t understand 

I used to send my father messages through the birds when he died 

I didn’t know how to reach him so far below the belly of sorrow 

the birds were calm and knew things I did not 

so I sent him messages 

through the birds 

when I see a cardinal 

I know it’s my father sending 

me a message 

memomuse

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2 thoughts on “Messenger

  1. We used to make wishes and blow kisses to the cardinals. I don’t know how this started, but my daughter taught it to me when she was small.

    I am glad they are there to deliver your messages for you.

    Very interesting photograph.

    Like

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