Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- memory May 12, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:46 pm
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The scent of dinner,

Your favourite,

brings you back to life,

calls you from beyond

in a gush of anguish.

Oh, I long to look

into your sparkling eyes,

and serve you soup.

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