as i wait in pickup
for husband on errand,
i miss my mother.
heart pauses in grief as
sparrow lights upon bush
next to vehicle and begins
to sweetly sing as he studies
me with keen dark eyes.
mother’s favorite song was
“His Eye is on the Sparrow;”
it was a connection, a sign.
the One who watches over
my mother, also watches me.
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 13, 2023 @ 12:42:30
Very moving… there are connections everywhere. Beautiful poem!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:29:22
Thank you, Miriam!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 06:20:03
a most wonderful sign Lynn –
“Let not your heart be troubled,”
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:29:56
Yes! thank you, Laura 🙂