04-04-2025, 09:26 PM
Flying By to Say Hi
My sister could not have children.
I thought she had enough
caring for her six younger brothers
but my sister could not have children
of her own. The slow, cruel answer
would be losing to ovarian cancer.
Yet, each year she'll appear, flashing red
with the cardinals who make their nest
in the boxwood outside our kitchen window.
And each year we marvel, watching
the fuzzy hatchlings struggle at first
then rise in flight.
I think of you, Linda
and thank you for that beautiful sight.
With your angel wings unfurled
giving birth to the world.
My sister could not have children.
I thought she had enough
caring for her six younger brothers
but my sister could not have children
of her own. The slow, cruel answer
would be losing to ovarian cancer.
Yet, each year she'll appear, flashing red
with the cardinals who make their nest
in the boxwood outside our kitchen window.
And each year we marvel, watching
the fuzzy hatchlings struggle at first
then rise in flight.
I think of you, Linda
and thank you for that beautiful sight.
With your angel wings unfurled
giving birth to the world.