When I was in Atlanta I bought a little stuffed "beanie baby" Robin for my Mom, who loved spring more fiercely than anyone I have known. I forgot to give it to her. The things has tossed around with me these last 10 years or so. Sucked on by toddlers, thrown into toy bins, rolled into a pile of laundry; again, and again, it turns up. It is a lovely reminder of my Mom and the way she clung on to hope and love even when her mind and feelings were betraying her.
The Sparrow in My Eaves
I first noticed her
in the spring--
Building her nest in my
back eave.
Little and busy.
All summer she
cares for her babies. . .
Bringing them food
and helping them along.
I worked and played.
Without me realizing
it, one day she was gone.
Next summer she'll be back.
And I've made a promise.
Mary Molyneux Hatlem
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