Friendship Birds

Speak so loud yet so silent
close-by so far away.
Special memories shared but what’s left?
A bird that holds adored memories.

The touch of cold dusty charcoal on the palm of my hand.
My hands wrapped around my mum’s delicate squeeze.
I close my eyes and reach so far into my memories,
but when I open I am pulled back into reality.

Missing those days.
I wish I could fly away, just like birds but not every bird.