That noble hawk watching from the lightpole

Messenger from the otherside

This is the year that my father died.

This is the year that I put pen to paper

Bird scratch across the empty pages

Trying to capture a lifetime

A lifetime, then, oh,

The great unknown.

I wake to the smell of coffee
And the realization
Again
That you are not of this world
No longer of this world

I write down memories
I say your name
I study birds in the morning sky
In the hope that I can keep you alive.

Already you are fading
Disappearing
Day turns to deep dark night
And my brother asks for signs

I only ask for answers
What is permanent?  What is real?

(Day 11: 1 subject 30 ways #beliefpoem)

I have been writing on 1 subject (birds) all month, following the prompts posted on @amylvpoemfarm’sblog. Today’s poem was written in response to today’s prompt although it was written 2 years ago.