The Little Child And The Small Bird Poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE SMALL BIRD
When I was a little child
Once in my hands
A small bird I held
Maybe too tight

The small bird didn't move
It had just died
And all now I did
Sorrowfully I cried

My dearest child
Mother gently smoothed me
Your love must have been too strong
The little bird couldn't hold on

And so life goes on
But never could I forget
The little bird's tragic end
When I was a little child

Now when spending time with you
My fear is the same
As my love might be too strong
And I am terrified
Like a little child

Mencita Monoï Angel