Acorn and Ocean Eyes

She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled;
nature baby, and she was my moon.

Acorn eyes with Chestnut hair
blushed lips like a strawberry,
dandelions crushed in her pocket
layed in waiting at the dinner table.

Her little sister tagged along
with stardust curls and eyes
of the ocean, my little seedlings,
splashing in mud puddles after
a summer rain.

I watch her sister separate her memories
so the pain of losing the other half of her
can be locked away in the abandoned fort
they made as children.

I've been so consumed with bird
losing her wings that Ive lost sight
of how this is affecting my little bean;
she swallows tears far better than I.

Our bird is free from drug poison
only to die slowly from a genetic cancer,
we have her soul back, just to watch her

F
L
Y

A
W
A
Y

I can still hear them giggle
in their bedroom as children,
and now, all I can hear is tears
falling, under a tree, where the
girls used to play.

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For Robyn Bird and Rita Bean