before dawn
we heard a crow
our son
told us a big black bird
was searching
our yard
all
afternoon, yesterday
as he quietly
studied
I don’t believe in this, I think
but the
crow was here
spirits are rising
I turn to a
story of families
watch the
last episode again
fade to
white fade to white
scene to
scene
I trace in them a
sonogram of the heart
in all its
failings
watch the story
over
I know the
patterns well
I’ve
watched it many times
still I cry
with every death
every death
of every character
we loved
together
trying to
learn how to do this
practicing
practicing
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ReplyDeleteDear Sarah, A favourite show of mine too. Your poem reminded me why it struck such a chord. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you,Rob, it is an incredibly uplifting series. I am glad you like it too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah.
ReplyDeleteThis brings back all those deaths.......
The scene that never failed to make me cry
So touching. Birds save us.
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