Robin
The
robin sit on the edge of the wooden fence, overlooking
As
the snow drifts through the air, dripping, dripping a sheet of glass onto the
frosted grass
The
sun sparkles sunlight onto a fresh blossomed cherry tree
As
the calm wind whistles through the still garden
Silent,
for once, nature can rest
As
I turn around and kiss his forehead, sleeping tight in his bed
I
wish I could stay in this perfect image forever,
But
I know I can’t
Change
It
takes place and all will be left is a shadow of this moment
Though,
every time I have a sad day, when the rain pours and the stars burn,
I
can close my eyes, return to this place,
With
the robin perched on the fence
Reminding
me of Dad
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