The ceramic bird
By Monique B
Published 22 September 2017
I remember when I used to run to you, as a little girl.
Play with you, love you
I remember watching you run towards me with joy.
Play with me, love me
Grandma would put you out,
I would love seeing you there.
Now you watch me,
watch me do everything.
Now I watch you,
watch you do everything.
I see you getting ready for school
I miss your hugs.
I watch you sit there in the sun
I miss you.
It’s as if I were young again.