Dorothy Miller Birdwell

(Chandler, TX, USA)

My Heart Heard - Poem by Dorothy Miller Birdwell

Though you weren't much for talking
Couldn't say all those pretty words
You knew I'd like you to—
I saw all the little things
Saying . . . Listen . . . I love you And my heart heard. It was in the tiny bird's nest
The shooting star you pointed to,
The branch of the dogwood tree
You brought me from the woods,
All saying . . . Listen . . . I love you And meant so much to me. In every glance that passed
Between us through the years,
I saw the perceptive little flicker,
And though you never said a word
Like . . . Listen . . . I love you My heart heard. And now, these days I walk alone
Through rustling leaves of fall
In the autumn of my years,
And on the breeze your spirit
Whispers . . . Listen . . . I love you And my heart hears.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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