~ Beautiful Songbird ~
In the light, I heard a songbird sing.
It was such a sight to see this most beautiful thing.
Each morning light, she would flap her wings and then, start singing.
Her songs were happy when I was happy,
and sad when I was sad.
She was always there no matter what the weather;
I thought of catching her and keeping her safe,
so she could sing to me forever.
But she belonged to the sky,
and it would be selfish to keep her from on high.
So I only let her sing to me for a short while,
for she has the heavens to sing to now.
...Family in the care of Erin Arteaga, Funeral Director