Stephanie Poem by Manonton Dalan

rustling leaves i could hear
up a tree this mild summer
flapping wings fill the air
so happy they sing together

i wonder what you been doing
do you watch nature’s calling
if it is, you must be dreaming
of us, sharing this morning

plants waiting for your touch
dust misses your lemon rugs
furniture haven’t been move
and kitchen needs lots of love

stephanie looks at me funny
she never touches my spaghetti
barks at your picture on shelf
misses you, including myself