Poem -
about marmalade
mother likes birds
We don't shoot them
that would be a sin she says
she likes coloured birds
the red breasts or yellow breasts
Ones she can see
Now that her eyes are poor
I am putting out the bins
thinking about mother
thinking about birds
thinking about sins
about marmalade
how it tastes on toast
how I long to be bird
I think that thought the most
M
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'Listen to the Birds.' Picture Perfect Poetry. 🙂
Thanks so much J x
This should win
So so kind R... your comment is prize enough for me x
"how I long to be bird" so much pain in such a simple line... We all want to be seen by our mothers and so seldom are... Strongly expressive poem!