Madeline K. MacDiarmid

“A crossword in the back seat of the car. A little jar of jelly beans on the stand. A blanket covered chest full of photographs, A window taking up the entire wall. A tree surrounded by four birds. The four birds chirp songs of memories, giving the hush house harmonies. The birds scavenge the limb While the sun extenuates the dim The birds keep her awake as the clouds begin to break. Later, when night ventures in she will fall into a dream And the four birds will flow into her mind until the morning gleam.” Four Birds, written by Granddaughter, Emily MacDiarmid.