Fly Away

A Poem

Photo by Benoit Gauzere on Unsplash

I saw a bird outside my living room window
And it reminded me of my grandma
in the days before she died
how she said she wanted the
hospice bed facing the window
so she could look outside at the trees
how the trees calmed her
how she talked about wishing
she could have put up a bird feeder
but her landlord wouldn’t allow it
— something about raccoons
she’d always liked birds, you see
liked to watch them flit around
outside the window…