For my mother. 


Breathe, little hummingbird,
She said
As she whisked her wings and
Showed me how to fly.

We perched together,
Her and I
Upon the shadow rimmed daffodils
Set against a bright mountain.

Sing, little hummingbird,
She said
As the stars kissed the pond
And it wasn’t so cold after all.

We gazed at the stars
Her and I
The electricity in the darkness
Bouncing brilliantly off her beaming face.

Wait, little hummingbird,
She said
As we watched the moose glide
Bending back glistening blades.

We admired his gentility
Her and I
The smooth calmness of so great an animal
So carefully combing through the dandelions.

Breathe, little hummingbird,
She laughed
And I smiled at her and let it all go
Determined to follow her anywhere.


The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem and creates meaning. Here is my experience.

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