To Daniel




Real, he is real
He sits on my son’s bed
He has a beak and wings
His neck’s no longer firm
His color’s dirty green

He was brought to life by my child’s love
And he will live forever
Whether on his bed, or in his memory

Bufflehead is real
He is loved
He is needed
He listens and watches as life unfolds

Nine years have gone by
Yet at bed time
My son still calls me to his side
And I am so glad I belong in his bed too

November 24, 2015

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