Shawn L. Bird

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poem- bangles December 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:05 pm
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When you gave me these bangles,

(artisan made, grown-up gift for the babysitter)

you oozed confidence, security, achievement.

In your warm brown house with its plush carpet, modern art,

and dishes spun on a pottery wheel,

you were cozy cool, the perfect mom in the perfect family:

professional husband, professional mom, two cute kids.

You had it all together.

But everything dissolved,

first family to divorce,

then your mind to madness,

finally your body to cancer.

Now you are dust, and the memory of you chimes

on my wrist in tarnished bronze and copper bangles,

and jingles, “Celebrate now, for who know what the future brings?”

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micropoetry- joy April 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 pm
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Naked girl

giggling down the road

Babysitter chasing

with the bath towel.

Toddler joyfully

on the run.

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I can still hear the giggles in memory, though the toddler in question is now 33 years old.  🙂

 

 
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