I remembered you well within my heart
You were always the best, that will never part
On a winter's morn, looking out into the wood
Recalling your face, your unyielding love
Sat on a bough, in his best dress
Was the little brown bird with a red breast
I can't deny that you are gone
But within that robin I know you live on.
For every time I hear his tiny wings
I remember you and your quirky things.
Sometimes he lands on my windowsill
And with a wink of his eye
I know you're with me still.
this is so cute, I love bird poems, makes me feel carefree and young.great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it's okay I'll be having this beautiful poem at my dad's funeral. I can't tell you how much it touched me. Thank you Della ❤️