My Sister Became A Parakeet

Poem By Louise Marie DelSanto

My sister became a parakeet
I would go to my daughters house
and see her clinging on the screen
of the front window and screeching
to other birds in an old Maple tree.

Her wings would spread and
would extend far outward,
her reflection in that window

Outside, a morning dove, my brother
would urge her to come and fly,
the racoon sleeping under the bushes,
my other brother, would laugh
' No.'she would answer in a screech.

The blue of her wings were like the sky
the tips unclipped, had grown, and there
was nothing to stop her from leaving.

I heard the birds singing from across the
street...and watched the parakeet sit beside
the black and white cat above the couch.
The bird named my sister...'a bad dream
is all it is, she told the cat.

I wanted to open the window and let
her fly away with the Morning doves
And only the moon and stars would know
my secret.

Comments about My Sister Became A Parakeet

this is an extremely lovely poem. talented poet.
GREAT POEM, i can see every word.............................

5,0 out of 5
3 total ratings

Other poems of DELSANTO

The Women Who Steal Married Men

The women who steal married men are all named Diane
or Kathy. They wake up in the night in Baby Dolls,
sexy and steamy beneath acetate sheets,
thinking of hot tubs.

Black And Blue

One Summer he asked me
to get his pack of cigarettes,
but I was not quick enough.

And Death Came

When death came
Like the fierce rain of Summer
when death came and drained his body

Morning Dream

It was two years
since he sat at the table
and ate his last breakfast.

Wondering About You

If I won the next lottery
only playing random numbers,
or stumbled on a wallet of money,
I am sure you would love that

Snow Princess

I give praise to my new sister, this Snow princess,
with strong arms, she walks the corridors with me

She has grown to know this place, this building