Still

She wakes to the song of chickadees after all these
years, reminding her of him.

Of him... tenderly singing her name to the melody
of a feathered chorus. 'Leeena, Leeena.'

The fallen nest they saved from their final walk
together sits on her bed stand, after all these
years, tiny and empty, reminding her of him.

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~ Author's Note ~

I wrote this with tears... and smiles. The empty
nest I face now sometimes seems twice as empty
without my late husband. I'm grateful to have been
loved by such a man, who left behind so many tokens
of precious memories... especially our children.