TO HONOR SMALL THINGS
Too late to pretend I hadn’t seen
this damaged, helpless, tiny thing
with torn wing it struggles and skitters
turning, turning.
It quiets for a moment then suddenly flails
frantic to be whole as it had been,
soaring
on strong and perfect wing.
I bend to where it lies now
quiet
still.
Jean Cassidy 2008
Noreen Ishak
Love this, Jean. It is so aware and sensitive.
Jean
Thanks for the comment Nor
alida woods
Hi Jean,
I love this, too. Thanks for compiling these delightful readings!
Lida
Jean Cassidy
Thanks too for your support and presence…I think of many of us having WNC Poets’ support group.
When you want please send me one of your poems to include and highlight. J