Luyện nghe bài hát Crow, Pt. 2

A crow that's being
By a child who's being carried through the
Sleeping, wondering in her twilight
Where her mother
I know you died
But in this child's crow you survive
Beneath of magical symbolic wild animals
Inhabiting the edges of our consciousnesses
Grasping for something to
old
Like a name cut a stone
Or a bird that will eye contact

where you live now
Or at least that's I hold you
And we're still here you
Sleeping and the coming up
In the ruins of our household, we up again
back into this
Every day that comes, the echo of you living here quieter
Obscured by the wind of us now
Wailing and for you
But living, talking about school
Making food, just surviving and still containing
Waking up again, the baby that you is now a kid
And when she looks at me your eyes the shape of almonds
I am stirred and reemerge
I go downstairs and turn on CBC and make coffee
And boil two eggs and make two of bread into toast
And open the and give the child some clothes
And get us at the table
Where your chair still sits from me, watching
I stand up to put on
Our daughter and asks for mama's record
And she's staring at the speaker with this look of
Putting it together that you singing
I'm sobbing and eating eggs
You're a quiet echo on loud
But when I'm to, I see you everywhere
In and birds and in our daughter
In the sun going down and up and in whatever
And the myths used to get told around the fire
Where a seal's pokes up through from underwater
Crossing a threshold between two worlds, and mine
We were intertwined once
But now I notice instead
I see you anywhere

If you still in the branches
burnt wood, I will go out beneath
With reached and run my fingers through the air
Where you breathed, touching your last
through to the world of the gone with my hand empty