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 @ 03:52:58
We make connections with what we have to hand. I think the human mind is like that, and our need to believe that there are connections, if only we keep our eyes open 🙂
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:30:25
Our eyes and our hearts!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 02:53:59
A lovely way to be reminded that our parents still are close.
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:46:15
Yes, the veil is thin…
Sep 13, 2023 @ 02:42:23
Such a touching poem, Lynn, which reminded me of the time my mother’s favourite bird, a robin, flew through a window into our kitchen. Your sparrow was a true sign.
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:46:58
Thank you, Kim…glad for your robin sign too!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 02:36:57
Beautiful 😍
Sep 13, 2023 @ 02:14:18
Beautiful! Touched my heart, thanks for sharing.
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:47:33
Glad you liked it 🙂
Sep 13, 2023 @ 02:03:22
Beautiful, Lynn ❤
~David
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:48:03
Thank you, David!
Sep 12, 2023 @ 21:40:38
Lovely!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:48:30
Thanks for reading!
Sep 12, 2023 @ 21:15:55
Lynn after reading your poem, I have to draw the same conclusion. We’re all linked with visible and invisible threads.
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:49:29
Yes, inter-related, inter-dependent…I like your idea of threads, Lisa 🙂
Sep 13, 2023 @ 18:13:37
❤
Sep 12, 2023 @ 20:54:33
Indeed, He does; watch! The breadth of His love, hovers!
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:49:51
Yes…thanks, Warren!
Sep 12, 2023 @ 20:43:57
Beautiful.🙏🏼❤️
Sep 13, 2023 @ 17:50:16
❤