By Calypso
Date: 25 January 2000

Morning Sounds

Daybreak.
I wake up to the sounds of morning.
I'm lead, sleepily,
To a sweet and adorable moment,
When I find a finished birdhouse,
Left on the stair.
Your hand put it there.

And you knew, you know me so well,
How much that birdhouse would mean to me,
Would charm me.
And leave me with the sound of joyous birdsong. 
The sound of new beginnings. 

A reminder of you,
That lasts all day long.