She Once Held her Beloved Parrot (thinking of my mother)

 

 

 

Soon the mourning doves

Will return to their nest

Under the roof

By her window

 

She waits

Holding the teddy bear

That lost its glass eyes

A Saturday, decades ago

 

Dissociated, tasting old ashes

She sits at the window

Next to her narrow bed

Gazing carefree, waiting

 

Soon the mourning doves

Will mourn 

 

 

April 11, 2023

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023