On that day,
The magpie spoke.
He said the time was here.
He said that you were gone.
Feathers, wings, voice, presence.
Presence gone...
Perhaps not so much gone,
as transformed.
Magpie waiting,
at the hospital entrance.
Magpie with a message.
Your brother has wings.
Your brother has flown.
Fly, magpie.
Fly to that other place.
Tell my brother I love him.
Oh my goodness...that is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing those tender, tender thoughts!
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