I don't need reminders
Signs, or forewarnings ,
Telling me
that the anniversary
of our son's death
Is approaching
In October.
But,
As the autumn leaves begin to fly,
and my heart starts to cry,
Sometimes grief visits me
in a kinder way.
When the long necked cranes soar
and gobble
as they twirl and swirl,
strumming my heart strings
and playing a soulful song:
"He remembers you"
He thinks of you.
Then he smiles."
I stand gazing upward
Their wings wafting the fire
Of my desire
to have him back again
"Memories we bring,".
They continue to sing,
"Love we carry
from him to you
And from you to him.
He remembers you.
He thinks of you.
Then he smiles."
I don't need reminders
Signs, or forewarnings
Telling me our son is dead.
But I love seeing the cranes of autumn
Swirling, twirling, and strumming their song
Across the sky
Soothing me
In my broken hearted cry.
