anyone else living on
earth today who
remembers it or not,
but I remember it.
I remember the story as
told by grandma Eda
about her mother's time
about an olden age
when a penny was worth a dime.
I remember it well.
I remember an upstairs bedroom
whose windows were
always open
day and night
all summer long.
I remember two little
brown wrens.
I remember a bed, a dresser and a
chest of drawers.
Up there, on top of the chest of drawers
the little brown wrens built their nest.
Of all the places they could have chosen
to build their nest,
they chose the very best.
In and out the windows they flew
In and out.
In and out.
Back and forth through the
windows they flew,
In and out.
In and out.
They built a nest and raised their young
Undisturbed by man,
for the woman who lived in the room
was a nurse with a nurturing hand.
As Eda, who told me the story talked,
she smiled in memory,
and together we watched wrens on the porch,
a thing that's sweet to see.
They built another nest,
(as they had in the days of yore)
in a cardboard house Bernie gave us
just as they did before.
And today from where I sit
from within my little home,
I see the little brown wrens building a nest
as they did in those days long gone.
So if no one else on earth remembers,
I most certainly do,
and I'm writing the wrens today
so Ed'll remember 'em too.
-ovia
April 8,2007
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