Shawn L. Bird

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poem-nudge December 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:45 pm
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Of course.

I will.

I say it.

I mean it.

But.

Squirrel!

Remind me,

I say.

I mean it.

Of course,

I will.

I mean it.

I will.

Oh, right,

I forgot.

.

.

.

Sometimes, our good intentions get lost in our busyness!  How many times have I told people to remind me what I’ve agreed to do for them, because I will likely forget, despite my willingness?  I’ve got a memory like a sieve, despite my best intentions.  Does this happen to you, too?  How awkward is it to make the nudging calls or send the nudging message?  Will you nudge, or do you presume the person really doesn’t want to do it?  I worry people think I don’t mean it when I ask them to remind me.  

 

 

poem- grandma June 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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I have lost her words

The narrative spun away

across the void of time.

I no longer hear her voice

echoing through my mind.

But here

a grocery list

a flash of history

Though mostly she is lost

to time and left

a mystery.

 

poem- parenthood September 26, 2013

Filed under: anecdotes,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:18 am
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On a non-stop eight hour drive,

we paused for fuel.

“What?” you asked

As you intercepted smirks

passed over your head,

when you climbed into the back seat

after the gas station bathroom break.

“Nothing,” we said, as we pulled

back onto the highway.

Even though your sister had been

traumatized when I left her

standing in the driveway as we tore off to the bus stop

that time,

while you waved at her from the back seat

and waited for me to notice,

this time

when your dad slammed the car door,

buckled up,

and drove away,

destination in his mind,

she was the one who said,

“Missing anyone?”

so when you climbed into the car,

you never even knew

you’d ever been left behind.

 

 
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