the darlings had nana.
i had desiree.
many an hour spent belly flat
on damp warm lawn.
i matching bite for bite,
sharing luncheon communion.
our menu?
me, pbj squares
she, rose petals
and for both,
honeysuckle nectar as chaser.
trilling canaries
in grandparent's aviary
were background soundtrack.
i confided and listened,
while we discussed life.
inner morse code
of her wisdom,
i heard today
on faint frequency
yet growing louder.
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