She’s teaching him the names of all the birds.
He whispers them into the wind while we walk.
They both know them while they are standing still
and while they are in mid-flight.

She’s learning their songs as well
and will share that too.
There are not words-
even in this poem-
to describe what a wonderful mother she is.

Perhaps, when she learns their songs
she will be able to translate the words of praise
those birdsongs sing for the two of them.

2 responses to “Birdsongs

  1. Like the fall leaves that tell the October Baby how he’s loved. Love it.

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