Birdhouses

 

Dedicated to: Kathleen Mangum

 

It hung under the eaves

Beautiful like all of the leaves

There were all sorts of shapes and colors

Like the one she made with me and my brother

One shaped like a sunflower, one plain and wooden

With one side that opened

To clean out the nest

Of the birds who had just left

I remember the fresh wood smell

And the neighbor's house as well

Even though she isn’t here

The birdhouses remind us that she is near

Grandma, thank you

For all that you do

You bring us joy and comfort too

We will never forget you

 

By: Nadia S., and Maya M.

Music