Away

A poem for missing my daughter

The birds sing and I listen to hear
The message they bring all the way back
From my Little Bird
The mourning doves are the clearest to me
Because all I've sung is loathing
And all she sings is longing

We have to remember this is temporary
Our hope can't waver because my arms have to stay strong to carry you.
The waiter will call soon

Author's Note

Who are you missing?

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[emmajoygreen]

Members of my birth family who have died. A family is like a hand or hands, at times I feel at a loss to continue. But, not one of them would want that, so..