A Little Poem for My Granddaughter Lilly

Lilly Watching the Birdies

Lilly, thirteen months, sits at the window

Watching the winter birds

With great focus and interest.

“Dat,” she says, pointing at the black-capped chickadee,

“Dat,” again, for the junko and then the bluejay.

I want to show her the bright-red cardinal,

The robin, the downy woodpecker.

All the bird wonders of Chardon, Ohio

This little corner of the world,

Her grandparents’ home . . .

(Bob Coughlin / December 26, 2018)