Nesting

I wasn’t crazy about the “Secrets” poem I had here for dVerse, so I wrote this one to take its place.

Watching the birds, you start gathering…

Bits of paper

Feathers of fallen friends

Shiny buttons

Brightly colored threads

Smooth stones that nestle 

the palm of your hand

Building a nest for all your memories

even the numbers on your mailbox

that replaced your name.


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs // MW 🙏

For dverse OLN and our host, Bjorn

25 thoughts on “Nesting

  1. Lovely imagery. I hugely relate to this form of nesting (or what my children call hoarding). For me, if it has a memory attached to it or a good story, I just can’t throw it away. Beautiful poem. Thank you, Jane

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    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Bjorn. Sorry to hear about your mother’s struggle with dementia. I had a close loved one with dementia and I know how difficult it is to witness. 🙏

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