Where the Cardinal Goes
(For Mom)
On a clear blue morning
I saw him perched precariously on a metal limb
Head held high
Chest bared in brilliant crimson red
And in my silent mourning it occured to me
"Mom?"
Where does the cardinal go
When the heart needs comforting
When life seems lesser than when you were here?
In my silent prayer I know
Where the cardinal goes
He finds his mate
Settles in to a common space
A nest they have gathered together
To cultivate
A new generation
Another chance for life to renew itself
Though my sorrow ebbs, and flows
My spirit soars to
Where the cardinal goes.
D.A. Wittler 3/13/20
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