Nice To Hear Poem by Zyw Zywa

Our daughter is concerned
if she has time
and as long as there is no need to

so I say enthusiastically
'We went to the museum'
.....There I wondered

.....is he thinking about life
.....or the pigeon on the bare branch
.....in the showcase with dry leaves?

.....Is he perhaps dreaming
.....of flying away?
.....He just stood there

.....as stuffed, his skin
.....and lips are so white
.....that I'm afraid

.....to cook in the kitchen
.....while he lays the table
.....clumsily uncorks a bottle

.....on his birthday as if
.....he is doing it for the first time
.....and then falls down

.....without me hearing it
.....a nice death
.....they say

.....that may well be
.....but I already know
.....that I'm not ready for it anyway

'Nice mama, nice to hear
that you are doing well'