In a rose-filled garden along Broom Close
As the sun was announcing the dawn
Stood a blackbird looking a little morose
In the middle of an overgrown lawn.
For days she'd tapped on the window pane
For days she'd tapped at the door
She'd been calling and singing again and again
But Paul wasn't there any more.
Her hungry fledgelings were loudly squawking
As she tapped once more at the door
And a naughty pussy was silently stalking
With it's body pressed close to the floor.
She gave up tapping despite her needs,
Made her way between roses galore
And moving quietly through the weeds
Hopped under the hedge to next door.
Author notes
At my brother Paul's funeral last Friday, one of my sisters remarked that the blackbirds would miss him as much as anyone.
He always had his back door open, and would feed them currants by hand, as they fearlessly hopped through the back door.
This is another tribute to him.
Please tell me what you think
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I loved it...
you ahve a way with words andI can honestly know how you feel, my sister dies, she was only 29 , than my grandma dies and the week before my newph dies aswell...i understand how you feel, and its awsome you can write about the events and tribute them to the family memories.. great, wonderful work.
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very nice
it is a very well piece keep them coming and also thanks a million for sharing
I will be reading you again
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Tks 4 comment AJ.
R.
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Well written. Grievances over the comments on your other poem aside, it's rare to find a poem whose rhyme feels as natural as this. I couldn't find a single line where the meter was off, or the rhyme sounded forced. A poignant work.
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Hello April Showers,
Thank you for your kind comments.
Robin.
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I must say this really captivated me during the entire poem! And rarely do i see such good rhyming skills. Good write!
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You are very kind.
R.
I'm stll too sad to reply properly.
R.
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Hey Robin
This is a great poem that I know you'll cherish now, and down the road.
I feed the birds as well but have to be discreet since I live in an apartment complex and do not want to get into trouble with the mgt.
Goodly writ, Robin!
John
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I love dicky birds too Johnboy.
My wife and I used to have a cafe/restaurant beside a busy mere in Shropshire, and all the ducks and geese were my friends ; particularly the geese, who have personalities, just like dogs!
Tks 4 the bananas.
Robin.
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Charming
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Thank you Ducky my old fledged friend.
What do I have to do to earn 3 bananas?
Be posthumous I suppose!
R.
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See "R" the sweetest memories always find their way back to us and with them thy keep our loved ones close. A beautiful poem my dear friend...just beautiful. Bless you...Lv m
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Ta very gradely Old Lass.
R.
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