it’s a bird! it’s an angel! it’s mummybird!
last week at this time mother is still alive
about to begin her deep dive her wings
unbound +blue i knew early on that my
parents were birds
all their chirping at us +at each other a dead giveaway!
i named them accordingly mummybird +
daddybird not terribly original but hey my father
named our black dog blackie
i come by it honestly
her last day was her bravest incensed she was
dying what’s this! she felt quite strongly that
being 98 was not a good enough reason
she lay for 15 hrs fluttering a breathing virtuoso
it was birdflu that took her not the covidsucker
she’d pummelled like Ali
mother floundered in the wee hrs of November 14
her last breath at 3 old queen about to lose
the face that launched a thousand ships
I scooped the things I’d coveted gifts bought by me
no matter what you gave her pure ecstacy mum Its
the blue dinosaur from daddy’s grave!
One thing I took was a mirror bought 2 weeks prior
And in those 2 weeks she’d gaze pensively mirror mirror
on the wall is that a beak?
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..and it is plausible to believe that only those who can look death
squarely in the face.. can really live a meaningful life..
(Rosemary Gordon Dying+Creating 1978)
Rachel+David/Angel From Montgomery
Fall 2022 ..she rises she rises! RIP little Mummybird..
songanddancegirl 
Sweet poem dear. Beautiful and peaceful.
Cam