In my family, we are birds
A tired flock docked for winter
We gather together
Through frozen air, late December
We take flight
Wings carry us to our missing member
We tap at gran's shuttered window
A nurse opens the latch
Why speak when you can sing?
On Christmas Eve, it's easy to believe
In miracles, our soft familiar carols ring
Reaching up, up to touch
A flicker crosses gran's blank face
A rare spark of recognition, a brief bit of wonder
I seem to hear those songs again
YOU ARE READING
A Tree Takes Root
Poetrya tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown
