Motioning

Thoughts of her
permeating my early thoughts
her words, changing into
the chirping of the songbird
wings fluttering, whispering
a voice, known called out
sound patterns motioning
my sense of hearing, challenged

Just what was she trying
to tell me?

I rolled over in bed again
singing her morning song

Kept always, safely protected
in my heart…

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