I was aghast to discover that the month of June will end by next week
and I was back to my old forgetful phase.
One must not forget.
One must remember
and hold on to that
which kept out spirit whole . . .
This is my friend Birdsky . . .
Of course, like Frogsky and Troy the lizard
I am completely clueless to distinguish
who among them kisses me every month
or whistles frantically whenever I pass,
but they hover over my heaven
and kept watch . . .
My birds surround me not only in my heaven . . .
but also in busy malls
when I sip my coffee at Starbucks
or indulge in my favorite dessert at Conti's
and while people shoo them off
I call them and share some bits and pieces of food
and bits and pieces of chitchat
as they gather around my table
while people around me
gossip about the mad lady
talking to the birds. . .
Birds remind me of my parents.
And of how they come in droves now
on my Mama or Papa's bdays
or during their death anniversaries
or during days when I try to laze around
completely isolated from my busy working world
and all I wanted to think about
are calm, warm days and lovely evenings . . .
. . . and of how when I look up at our tree, Chicky
they sit lovingly, side by side,
unmindful of the hot, busy world
content to stay together forever.
I can not think of Father's day
without remembering my Mama
who was always at my Papa's side . . .
. . . much like the birds who sing for me
and serenade me on full moon nights
and cheer me on workday mornings.
. . . and leave only warm beginnings
and remnants of rebirths.
I hope its not too late
but I wish you all had a happy fathers day!
For my father, Joe
for his patience, kindness, elegance
and amazing creativity
and his constant watch over me . . .