a poem in my pocket

squabs hatched near old depot
downy nestlings have flown
lonesome dove cries softly
for orphan far from home

destiny now switches course
where railway freight cars roam
wail of distant train horn
calls orphan far from home

mothers, father, grandparents
took one-way ticket loan
my heartsong of mourning
as orphan far from home

Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub with Laura Bloomsbury’s challenge to write “epiphora” with watery eyes and repetition…