I once again share the written form of my spoken word piece published few weeks ago. This is the second and concluding part of the poem that is a tribute to my deceased birds who I absolutely, thoroughly miss. May they rest in peace.
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Your memories are dredged up,
I put them by the shore of my grief.
I let them settle on a ship,
to long island
that perhaps will never come back,
with your last words.
I shore them by my mind's eye,
I see them in these leaves,
right under where I buried you.
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I haven't come to my favourite
garden,
my own Eden,
to not interfere with your soul's
paradise
or with your soul's passage.
But I know
that you see me,
right by the bark of this tree,
right where I never got the chance
to bring you,
to put you right in the bounty
of this nature.
All I have to say is,
You are beloved,
You are loved
You are my children,
residing right in the hole
of this heart
and the whole of this spirit,
from where your bodies have flown
away.
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There is a darkness
But there is also a winter light,
bright, shimmering
that has kept me alive.
So while I dredge up memories
of our joy,
I put them in my heart's shelves,
opening them and keeping you alive
and awake,
forever and ever.
For after all,
we are all birds in paradise,
flying off to our very own
destinations.
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