my grandmother has always called me her chickadee,
that little bird with a hat, always singing softly
amidst the branches of my favorite carolina trees.
i wonder if when she first met me
in that hospital room all the way across the country
if she saw feathery grey wings
sprouting from my tiny five pound body
of if she just saw the possibility
of who i could be


NaPoWriMo “Early Bird” Prompt: Write about your favorite bird


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