Three little birds sit on my shoulder.
I catch them looking back at me in my reflection.
Sometimes I forget they are there.
Around them weave waves of blue water, crystal blue like both
of your eyes.
A large sea-shell lies in between them, bold yet fragile as
you were.
I carry it on my back.
They crash into one another the waves, the birds, the shell,
to me they have always been one.
“Avery, what is mommy’s tattoo?” I ask my nearly two blond
haired boy.
“Mom-mom, pop-pop angels.” He says proudly.
“That’s right baby.”
“Pretty,” he says exaggerating the two syllables.
I hear your voice when you first saw Caleb’s music noted arm.
“That doesn't impress me,” you said in that way you do, Philly
strong.
I hear your voice and I smile out loud.
“Well too bad,” I say with a smile with my inner voice.
It allows me to tell your story in a different light.
It’s a mentor, a part of me, a beautiful sad love story.
“and we’ll share tomorrow together.”
I taught your fun
little grand-baby the lyrics the other day,
he especially loves to wail tomorrow, putting his hands in the air.
Until tomorrow my mentors.
Until tomorrow, but there is still so much good to come.
You know, your with us.
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