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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Little birdie

Happiness is that little birdie I found one morning.
He slept on my doorstep with a nest that's half broken and half gone down the drain.
I wrapped him in my scarf and fed him water from a bottle.
Mother said he wouldn't last the night but I knew better.
She said, "Children don't know anything."

I can't remember the last time I rescued life that's almost dying.
I can't remember the last time I found Happiness on my doorstep.
I can't remember the last time I wished on a star and felt like crying.
I don't want to remember, the last time that I wept.

Happiness is that little birdie I found one morning.
I didn't sleep a wink that night, fearing his heart would stop inside my chest.
We woke to the waking dawn and I knew I was right all along.
But, Happiness flew away the next day.
Father said, "Children shouldn't gloat."

And, I can't remember the last time I rescued life that's almost dying.
I can't remember the last time I found Happiness on my doorstep.
I can't remember the last time I wished on a star and felt like crying.
I don't want to remember, the last time that I wept.

Happiness is that little birdie I found one morning.
I kept his nest and filled it with jewelry like my heart that's filled to the brim.
Sometimes, he flew back through my window to play.
I knew enough to trust my heart and waited.
Because children, all eventually grow up.




1 comment:

bakayabi said...

Lucy~

I LOVE THE METAPHORICAL IMAGERY IN THIS. So deep and pure.

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