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while visiting town cemetery

i walk among the dead

dark crow caws loud atop pine tree

sound fills my mind with dread

anon, i heard another bird

sing sweet upon headstone

“his eye is on the sparrow”

means i will not die alone.


Civil War headstone photo by lynn__

a song through tears

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.

on weathering spring snowstorm

This could be a lullaby or children’s poem but kind of romantic too…what do you think?    The repeating question and rhythm is similar to a wonderful children’s bedtime book, Where Does the Brown Bear Go? by Nicki Weiss. 

 

where do red robins go

my love, do you know

where do red robins go

when it snows?

 

they hide in evergreen

branches, soft and low

they hide in evergreens

when it snows.

 

but where do sparrows go

my love, do you know

where little sparrows go

when it blows?

 

they don’t mind the cold

watch the birds to know

how to cuddle ~this~ close

when it blows!

 

 

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