absent.canadian

Tread softly, heel-toe. Speak not one word.
Grass glistens among furrowed headstones.
Listen: thoughts drift. Sleep gently, my bird.
Lines deeply etched - my attention spurred.
“To Heaven She Went.” “To God His Thoughts Known.”
Tread softly, heel-toe. Speak not one word.
Lush leafy oaks, those shady plots preferred
and a single bird’s nest: her home, her own.
Listen: [...]