I know

We don’t talk about it

Sometimes when you call me

I feel my childhood in my throat

But I understand now what it is

to live in the shadows

of the birds at the feeder

I built this nest

out of scraps

but it’s enough for me

I wonder what it was like

for you to build one for five

knowing it wasn’t enough

You love me now

It was always enough

01-22-23