I want her to remember how I let
the grapevines grow wild for robins
and called her outside to see the nest
full of delicate blue.
I want her to remember that I was kind
those brittle, black-boned mornings
and how we held each other and cheered
for each baby bird as it flew.
55 words for Kerry at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.