Come Back and Sing to Me

I am sure that throughout my life, I will always remember…

the last time I felt the racing, frantic heartbeat, of a fallen bird...

and how all of its fears just disappeared, in one last blink...

a beautiful life lost in my hands, a song no longer to be heard.

 “Throw it away!” others said, “It's just a bird!”

 “Just a common, everyday thrush I think…”

Yet I couldn't, I felt too sad and too numb to feel that way

and then I realised, that her heart was still beating, now oh so slow.

So I just held her to my heart, to relax her, before I let her go...

and I remember when the sun came up, on a new and special day

I remember as it shone so brightly, across my cluttered kitchen sink...

I felt a great pride well up inside me, at least equal to its glow...

and the beauty of my thrush’s song, first heard, came into play

a truly momentous memory of a friend, I'd like to think...

I wonder if I protect and love her well, along the way…

will she come back and sing to me again, next Valentines Day

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

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