"18 Birds"
Lenamarie Clark 1981 (Indianapolis,Indiana)
One flew up,one flew down
many made sounds that's when I smiled and said life will be alright.
I hugged myself from God up above as he sends his love through his son.
I looked into the beauty of our earthly sun, through the rugged small tree, then I counted 18 birds.
Some flew and hopped on tree limbs nearby and some made sounds.
The wave of silence stood over me, after a while I begin to sigh.
I went outside for a walk and peace thinking of my late sister that passed, which got me in my feels.
Damn, I need to heal I said to myself.
I stood still and just gazed at the 18 birds...
Some flew east and west they looked full of zest, free-spirited as can be.
I took pictures of the wonder around me, the sun begins to shine again while I'm look at the 18 birds.
I saw the sun's rays in my camera lens.
I gathered my thoughts and thought of my son, he is free-spirited too.
Then I talked to God...
God ...
I hope he doesn't stop trying in life.
Xavier, my son, please
Pillar right through like gods only begotten son, the
18 birds I counted remind me of you.
Hold strong like God's son who died for us, the 18 birds fly and glide with no care in the world, son I want to see you fly and glide, stop by and don't ever say goodbye it's see you later.
-Lenamarie Clark
12/13/2022
About this poem
This poem is for my son whos 18 soon to be 19. He had a hard start in the beginning of his adult life soon it will get better. I'm hear to still hold your hand,your never to old so hold strong and be brave. Stand tall and don't fall mama is hear I will still wipe your tears.
Written on December 13, 2022
Submitted by PoetFeather on January 01, 2023
Modified by PoetFeather on January 17, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,301 |
Words | 288 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2 |
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