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Tuesday, December 15, 2009



We're clearing out your apartment,
Sure to leave nothing behind.
Delving out your belongings,
Mother asks if I want your chimes.

I smile and say yes,
They were your favourite thing.
Beautiful ceramic birds,
That bang together and ting.

I look at them remembering
The grandmother you were,
A woman who collected things
And kept them close to her.

The day has been long
And night has come around.
I hang your beloved chimes
And listen for their sound.

I stare at them a while
And then turn off the light.
I tuck myself in
And whisper to you, good night.

I let my mind wander
Over events of the past few days,
Trying to make sense of things
But it's all a haze.

I'm drifting now, in the dark
The moon the only light,
Suddenly a sound;
It's birds taking flight!

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