There’s a red cardinal in the garden outside my window that my mother insists is my grandfather.
Come to visit, to sing, to watch.
His hair wasn’t red.
No, but his eyes were small and black.
There’s two now.
He had a big spirit. Probably needed more room.
Evening falls, and she walks outside
To say hello to her Father.
ADRIENNE BARTON is originally from Kingston, Jamaica. She migrated to Florida in 2010 where she remains, living comfortably with her family and her student debt. Her writing has previously been featured on O.school. This is her first published poem.