poems

crows

In the realm of memories, where shadows dance,
My grandpa's spirit lingers, in a timeless trance.
Amongst the whispers of the trees that sigh,
The crows take flight, painting the sky.

With wings of ebony, they soar above,
Guardians of stories, of loss and love.
Their caws carry echoes of days gone by,
A tribute to grandpa, soaring high.

In their dark feathers, a message sent,
Of remembrance and eternal intent.
Through the veil of time, they gracefully glide,
Honoring the bond that death can't divide.

So in the realm where memories blend,
My grandpa's presence, the crows befriend.
A symbol of wisdom, in flight they roam,
Guiding his spirit, safely home.