canary

[ a picture and a poem - day two ]

days after my grandfather died
my mother had a dream
that a yellow canary
came to her door 
and sang 
and sang 
and sang
some more
like it was in love,
because it was free.
so when the telephone 
just rang
and rang
and rang
some more
she didn't want to answer,
she knew what it would be.
some people just die 
of a broken heart, 
maybe.