Little Birdie...Good Morning!
What made you come to my garden
And show me how you fly...
Just pecking around slowly...then say goodbye?
I wish to hear your song before you go...
As to touch you is but a dream to come true!
When the sun is bright and clear
With white clouds parading before my eyes...
I feel the wind..
I close my eyes...
A happy sigh.
Come little birdie...
Hear my call...
A whisper...
Visit me again before you fly somewhere
And say goodbye.
Leave me a wave...
A smile...
A kiss to an embrace...
That... would surely
Touch my heart!
* This was a poem by my aunt for my mom who recently passed away.
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