Teen Poetry Collections

My Favorite Bird

by a young woman, age 12

When my grandpa died,
my mom said he turned into a bird.
“Any bird I see is him,” she said.
I’d like him to be a dove,
so then he could bring me peace.
I’d like him to be a hawk,
then he could be strong.
A wood pecker, so then he could be heard.
He could be the oldest bird in the world,
so he could be wise.

He could be a duck,
so then I could swim with him.
We’d talk, and I would tell him my troubles,
and he would help me get through them.

I wish he was here,
so then he could show my mom
how to make good choices.

Dedicated to my mom