Birds & Locks
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Lock myself out, the first time in 20 years Am I becoming my parents, losing my memory Bit by bit like the drip from an unforgettable icicle Outside of the house I grew up in.
I wait for the locksmith on the back steps. A cardinal stops on along the driveway I see my Mom who grew up near St. Louis Until the man arrives with his box of magical tools
The man says it will not take long and begins to chip away The cardinal, she flies way into a winter without snow I complain about the wood that falls onto the floor The man says those are the consequences
Suddenly I am in my house and nothing has changed Christmas cards as futile as the newspapers I have yet to read I find extra keys hanging from a Florida flamingo souvenir Maybe they open the door to a new light. |
Merry Christmas Dave. Thinking of you and remembering all those feelings you are having…Love to you old friend!
Thank you Penny and Phil.
Here’s to a healthy and happy 2016–Your friend, Dave
You can lock yourself out of a house, but never lock you up yourself. There is always a bird which will sing…….
Wish you a successful year
Ilse D.