Shawn L. Bird

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poem- This Valentine’s heart February 18, 2021

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Plugged.

Beats stop.

He drops.

Brain dies.

One heart broken

So many hearts grieve.

A Valentine’s Day massacre of our joy.

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RIP Rob

 

poem-After the fatal accident January 11, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:13 pm
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There is your name

on the attendance list.

Absent: excused

Parents called in.

 

poem- gang aft a-gley December 17, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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Those best laid plans

family coming from afar

creating traditions, warm hearts,

remembering those lost this year.

Everything is ready here, gifts piled up

waiting for wrapping.

Public health says stay home.

We must be lonely holiday islands.

There’s no time for parcels to arrive by the

assigned festive day

amid the mail delivery crisis.

No one to gather around our table.

So everything will be different.

We must make something new, a Zoom festivity?

Re-thinking that nativity when a stable had to do,

just like for the Holy Family, things don’t always go

according to

our best laid plans.

 

Poem- choking December 1, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 am
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Tonight amid the Christmas decorations

grief is hanging on our tree;

loss pummels

hopefulness.

Sadness hollows out my chest,

crushes my shoulders,

lodges in my throat.

Longing overwhelms.

There is no comfort

here, only more memories

of what is gone

who is gone

when is gone

where is gone.

Tonight is too much to bear,

so I’ll climb into bed and

trust tomorrow brings

solace and that much lauded

peace of the season.

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poem- before the diagnosis November 19, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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I already knew.

In the photos

her smile flounders

before it finds her eyes.

She is missing,

though her body

moves, leaves the kettle

to boil dry, starts something

for dinner, while the last

idea burns.

 

poem- microcosm November 11, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:56 pm
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The newscast announces an IED*

blew up another patrol.

Dread descends.

My heart pounds.

I strain to hear the names.

Let him be safe.

Let him be safe.

One hundred fifty-eight other names were called.

A thousand prayers unheard.

A thousand exploded hearts.

He carries them all in his duffel

when he returns.

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#LestWeForget

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IED= improvised explosive device.

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A favourite student of mine fought in Afghanistan with the Canadian Armed Forces. As I listened at the radio during the time he was gone, I was conscious of what an entire generation of families must have felt as they listened to hear about all the boys and men of their communities fighting abroad. The magnification of the stress was easy to imagine. ‘My’ soldier returned safely to Canada and returned to the high school to speak in a Rembrance Day service a year or two later. I bawled my eyes out through the whole thing so thankful he was alive and whole. I’m thinking of him today, and all those families whose hearts were broken, not so long ago.

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poem- leaving the keys for the new owners October 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

 

poem-Emptying my mother’s house September 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:54 pm
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I tell myself,

In the process of creation,

her art fulfilled its purpose.

If the family has chosen what to keep

Freeing the rest to the universe

is just extending its mandate

not a betrayal to her

memory.

 

poem-siren call September 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:21 pm
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It used to be

a howling ambulance

made me hold my breath

waiting to hear if it flew to you.

Now you’re past their aid,

so I send a blessing

to the stranger in need

and into the sky in memory

of you

 

poem- Father’s Day June 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:56 am
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My father’s ashes are beside me. Once
Every day was Father’s Day,
Now every day he’s absent,
But every day he’s here.
Love never dies.
Devotion binds fond memories;
so long as we remember him,
it’s always Father’s Day.

 

 
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