A New Poem For Monday…

ROBIN. by Zoë Allard

She comes to visit me

Every morning when I wake up

She dances on the patio

Like she did when we were young

It took me a long time to notice

And I didn’t want to believe

That instead of going to heaven

She would rather stay with me

I watch her fly away now

But there is no goodbye

As she’ll return tomorrow

At exactly the same time

It gives me such comfort

That she will never go

Because she returned in feathers

So she could watch me grow.

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