Bird Gives Me the Bird
it was rather obvious
that he was disgusted with me
I could tell by his beak
his nose was in the air
and he gave me the eye
you know the one
that mother gives you
when you have disappointed the family
and she wants you to feel guilty for sixteen years?
I looked at his face and smiled
he was the epitome of “the bird”
as he gave me this look
It was amazing
that he had appeared
on the first anniversary of my mother’s death
“Hi, Mom,” I said.
Feeling an affinity,
loving the familiarity of this face.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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