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Breakfast with a Robin


A Poem by April Child

I hear  your words

but they don’t

matter to me.

My dad is dying

and the fact that

you think I am

interested in

whether drugs

should be legalized

just annoys me.

 

This morning I

went to the shop,

in my pajama’s,

to buy a fresh loaf.

Made toast, coffee,

put some bread

out for the

birds and delighted

in sharing breakfast

with a robin redbreast

and, just for a moment,

I smiled and forgot.

 

My dad is dying.

 

 


© 2009 April Child



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Yos
You have a magic touch using the most simple words, in a very sensative special way, that hit me directly into my heart, I just love your style, its what I am looking for , here.... once a great poet said, if you have something to say, just say it simple....and you did.... you expressed your pain, to see your dad dying, you expressed you little moments, when you try to forget, finding a beautiful bird, to share some smiles with, just not to think about him... and you express why the idea, that your man is dealing with other isses , make you mad, when you all concetrate , in your dad ... you are such a wonderful poet,

Hope you are better, now... Yossi

Posted 4 Months Ago

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