Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

The Winged Creatures of Grief are Visiting

I lost my beloved mother this week

My beautiful mother on her 80th Birthday. Photo by the author.

Grief is a bird that nests in your eaves and sings sweetly.
You hear, and know, her love is near.
The tears fall silently and you smile.

Grief is a vulture who pecks out your eyes and rips out your heart,
Eliciting howls of pain,
Reminding you she is gone.

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“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Beth Bruno

Beth Bruno

Human learning to be human. Writing in hopes of getting there.