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daddy's birds

soul –
was I a reminder
of times beyond your reach
a story (stitched
from memory) –
echoes of release

words and verses
to places (without name)
a time when there
was nothing –
(and everything) the same

of lives
before our breathing
a souvenir (or two)
a journey made within
a dream –
(the only way
we knew)

. . .

Author’s Note:  I’m not sure where this started, but was pleased with the result.  Then, as I was looking for an image to accompany, I found this one – of the birds outside my daddy’s window more than a year ago.  Of lives before our breathing, a souvenir (or two)…. ❤