The Bird Feeder
In a fight to survive,
His selfless hands
Are again preparing
To feed a tribe
Of hungry birds
With winter seed.
The strength of
Her faithful grace
Alone will keep him
Strong for the fight,
The light of hope
Glows in her face.
Love climbs disease
Like ivy on the trees.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2016
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