Where the Cardinal Goes

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