Chickadee

 my grandmother

standing at the kitchen sink

 her apron tied around her waist

her hands lathered in soapy bubbles

 scrubbing and rinsing the dishes 

standing beside her to visit

the kitchen window slightly cranked open

the big tree in the center of the backyard

the wooden feeder she would fill with sunflower seeds

or breadcrumbs left over from lunch

the birds flying in and landing

 her naming them off to me

swatting the window at times

when a Blue jay landed

because they were "bullies"

becoming soft again when a Chickadee would fly in 

watching her smile

because they were her favorite

Trying to take a picture of a feeling

because every time a Chickadee flies into my day

 I think of her 

and it comforts me 

and I soak it all up 

swaddling myself in a heaven-sent hug. 💖

Love and Hugs!💗