Hey, Hummingbird
Hey, hummingbird
hovering, peering in
just outside my window
to life,
just be there when I need you,
where my sad son
can see you. Be tickled
your soundless whirring makes
him smile a little to fly
a little, forget to cry
alone, a little.
May he always know
he is good, and my prayer
through his window to life
be heard, and never misunderstood:
Keep him lovingly in your sights
all of my days, and all of his nights.
(Originally published in Autumn Leaves)
Hey, hummingbird
hovering, peering in
just outside my window
to life,
just be there when I need you,
where my sad son
can see you. Be tickled
your soundless whirring makes
him smile a little to fly
a little, forget to cry
alone, a little.
May he always know
he is good, and my prayer
through his window to life
be heard, and never misunderstood:
Keep him lovingly in your sights
all of my days, and all of his nights.
(Originally published in Autumn Leaves)
James Keane lives in northern New Jersey, USA with his wife
and son and a menagerie of merry pets. In 2013, his first poetry
chapbook, What Comes Next, was published by Finishing Line Press.
His poems have appeared recently in the Indiana Voice Journal, Verse-Virtual,
The Bond Street Review, the Wilderness House Literary Review,
the Tipton Poetry Journal, the Blue Monday
Review, the Firewords Quarterly, the East Coast
Literary Review, and Contemporary
American Voices. In addition, he still can’t cook to save his life.
Very touching poem...thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Neena.
Deletehooray, hummingbird!
ReplyDeleteSo he came to you! I wondered where he went. :) Thank you, Ayaz.
DeleteDear James,
ReplyDeleteWonderful tribute to life!
With high regard,
Michael
Thank you, Michael.
DeleteJames, I completely understand a father's wishes for his son, and appreciate your thoughtful portrayal here.
ReplyDelete~Douglas S. Malan
Thank you very much, Douglas. You know, the final two lines are my favorites. I feel very fortunate to have written them.
DeleteNice, enjoyed this piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Peggy. I wish all my poems came as naturally as "Hey, Hummingbird." Not easily or quickly. Naturally. :)
DeleteJames,
ReplyDeleteI love hummingbirds, they are my favorite type of bird. Welcome to Whispers if you are new, a warm welcome fro me, even if you are not.
Your new friend,
David Fox
Thank you, David. This is my second posting, so I'm relatively new. Your warm welcome is appreciated.
DeleteHey Jim, lovely poem. Great to read it again. All the best, Neil.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Neil. Hope you and Diana and your brood are doing well.
DeleteA beautiful poem, James. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thank you, Maurice. Continued blessings to you as well.
Delete"Hey, Hummingbird" is a unique poem James. I remember as child I use to catch hummingbirds while in flight when they were hovering, not going anywhere. They certainly made this child happy to watch and play with.
ReplyDeleteYancy
Thank you, Yancy. Happy to call back a fond memory. Sorry I didn't get to your comment sooner.
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