Bird Song
The cardinal visits me in my backyard
I know he’s my grandma, reincarnated
he sings his tune, but they are her words
calling me Stephie
wishing me Happy Birthday
we talk about recipes
and peanut butter and pickle sandwiches
and the popcorn made in an Atom Pop,
washed down with grape juice mixed with 7-Up
we speak of my son,
who she never met,
and how he’s taller than grandpa already,
at only 15
I smell her talcum powder,
and the earthy scent of the geraniums she grew on the glassed-in side porch
I remember the picnic lunches packed in the hamper
and tell her I bought one just like it at an auction
and how I like to look at all her little glass bottles of extracts in her pantry, hoping I would have the same one day
and we laugh over her frustration at my inability to learn crocheting after numerous lessons
and I tell her I miss her and wish
I had spent more time with her
when she was still here in human form
‘I love you’ I tell her
and she says the same as she flies away
but I know she’ll be back to visit me again
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Nice! I’ve always wanted to learn how to crochet.
Each of the grandkids got an afghan when they graduated from high school.
I love afghans. My mom has a lot of those. Patients and friends made them for her. They’re so warm and great to snuggle with. That’s a great memorable gift to receive.
Aw, I love this too. And I especially love that you see your grandmother, so glad that you do
Thank you!!
Oh my gosh, it brought tears to my eyes. So sweet. I would love to talk with you about it when you have time.
I think of her every time I see or hear a cardinal. 🙂
I enjoyed this post because if the imagery. I am sitting in my backyard watching the bees buzz the cherry blossoms. A crow caws and I wonder who he was?
Some grumpy old man?? lol
I always look for my grandfather in things too. It’s been 16 years since he passed and I still think of him everyday. x