Little Pieces Of Bread Poem by Jim Yerman

When her Grandma was alive sometimes they'd sit in her backyard without saying a word.
They'd throw little pieces of bread upon the ground and silently feed the birds.

"Sometimes I get lonely." Grandma would tell her in a sad and mournful tone.
"But as long as birds are visiting, I never feel alone."

There were days they lost count of how many birds there were…
It's just one of the wonderful memories her Grandma bequeathed to her.

She remembered this heading to the car for Grandma's funeral
"Wait…I'll only be a minute! " she said
Then she ran back into the house and came out with a loaf of bread.

At the cemetery when the service was completed…she gave Grandma a goodbye wave
then gently sprinkled little pieces of bread quietly upon her grave.

"What are you doing? " her mother whispered as her last little pieces were thrown…
"It's to remind the birds where grandma is." she said, "so she'll never be alone."