Next time I wake from sleep
for keeps – from deepest, darkest
slumber – I may come back a little
bird to visit in the summer; my
quetzal pomp, green feathered
grace, singing through my hunger –
when I am gone, I may come back
your pretty bird, a wonder.
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Thank you for writing this poem, Marsha. We've lost five members from our immediate family within the last twenty years. Sometimes when I feel I have banished the grief, it comes surging back. However, your poem reminds me that spirits never die. This poem is a comfort to people who have lost loved ones. The ones we loved are never really lost. We find them in heartfelt memories, or poetry about revival. You wonderfully weaved together a myriad of topics: love, death, grief, revival, renewal, and nature. Well-written!!❤️