MAMA, a wee poem…

…from the forthcoming collection and a photo of a young bear taken by my son when we lived on Bowen Island. I miss our old place, you never knew who might drop by.

Bear

MAMA

 

Beefy titmice.

Permanent chickadees.

Cubs, cute

Marvels I must leave,

Push, fling, provide

The briefest infancy.

 

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