One little bird sang out to me
Seems like he’d simply lost his way
His song held promises we’d be
Old friends who met that special day.
I hoped that he would come to know
I’d thought of him as Gods sweet sign
That heaven had sent down to show
How everything would turn out fine.
I miss dear bird now I am grown
It feels like it was yesterday
I’m sure because my cares have flown
And carried all my fears away !
Claire V. Bogdanos 