I looked out of my kitchen window one lovely morn.
Only to find perched precariously on the sill
a small bird. looking very sad and forlorn.
it doesn't make any difference what kind
He was. only that he was there of his own free will.
I thought to myself this was indeed a rare find.
I just knew when I opened the latch he would fly away.
But to my surprise he chose to stay.
I talked softly to him to see if he would coo in response.
Instead he just greeted me with total nonchalance.
Thinking he was there for food,
I did they only thing I really could.
I crumbled some bread and pushed it through the screen.
Sunlight glistened on him with a brilliant sheen.
I must admit I thought he would take flight.
but much to my extreme delight
He folded his tiny legs and began to roost.
This gave my heart a jump start boost.
For more than an hour he was perched there
Totally content and seemingly unaware.
This was short lived in that other birds called to him.
As suddenly as he came: perhaps on a whim
He was gone, immediately I felt a sudden loss.
The short interlude was over and it caused me to pause.
I believe that God sent his little creature.
So I would have to examine a hidden feature
Buried in my psyche, a painful fact I had learned long ago.
The impending loss of my Dear Sister who I must let go.
I was in mourning, not willing to let myself grieve.
Perhaps the little bird came to give me reprieve,
For very soon God would call her home.
To abide with him in the Celestial Dome
We, all must bid her a fond farewell
For Jesus awaits her where she will dwell.
She will be gone,our love and prayers go with her.
We must cherish the moments we had before they blur.
Memories tend to dim, in order to protect
The ones left behind, I suspect.
His will be done, He will take her in His arms.
We will miss the joy of our loved ones many charms.
Her bright eyes, lilting laugh and her intense love of her fellow man.
She was a nursing caregiver according to the Master plan.
Sadness and sorrow we will no doubt feel.
However time will cause us to heal.
I thank God for sending His little friend.
For I remember him now and then.
Time will pass and I won't think of him any more you see
If that time comes: perhaps on the morrow
I know in my heart "His eye is on the sparrow "and me
©Carol G. (Cali) Oliver
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