Sunday, December 16, 2018

Weave me into a nest

My daughter has promised.

When I die
Take a pinch of me
Strew it
In the bird sanctuary
So a part of me
Goes to ground.
That part
Will never
Be found.
Perhaps a bird
Will find me
As part of the grass
Make a nest
One year,
Weave me
Into a home
For her chicks.

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