With a faint whisper
i speak to my dead
grandmother
ask her about her day
How's heaven?, I say
didn't have the chance
to memorize the lines
of her face
or the soft feel
of her warm embrace
wish that i
could hold her breath
close to my heart
fate much too early
split us apart
the days grow
longer
to bring in spring
i know she's watching
everything
she'll send me birds
outside to sing
melodies
to ease my work
messages
inside each song
messages
to make me strong
i know she's watching
everything
and sending birds
to me
to sing
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