Such a little life form
But the connection runs deep —
When you follow its roots down
You are submerged in memories:
Friendships made, wild choices,
Fights and struggles, friends
standing by —
Bonds of love made stronger,
Affection running often silent,
subterranean,
Emerging when it’s needed
for support, in grief,
for every death and every helpless pain,
Holding you until you raise your head
to bravely live another day.
Laughter and tears flow
quickly, close together.
Spirit flits down brightly,
Brought by many angels
To help us remember
We will meet these loves again
And we will all be wiser.
Our friends who went before
Will have let their suffering go,
Will have forgiven us our failings,
Will deeply understand,
Will welcome us with their assurance
That all is well.
And this little bird will be there
Singing his human-whistle song,
the one you taught him.
He will fly around your heads
and sing you home.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2013
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