When
I would go visit my dad back in the 70's & 80's there would always
be a cardinal in his yard...singing away. never failed. When my dad
passed in '88, I went to his house to see it for the last time...and
there was the little red bird. I feel that this is my dad coming
home...and I see that little red bird every so often and feel mi papi
close by. Thx for this post...my heart sings his little song.
Dear
Little Red Bird - first, I am so sorry for your loss. But, thank you
for being so generous that in the midst of your sorrow, you shared
something so beautiful. My beautiful mother passed a few years ago and I
miss her dearly. Before she passed she told us to look for the red
birds. I really need her today and I feel like you posting this was so
meant for me. There's even a line in this poem that I remember her
saying when she realized she was dying. Again, thank you. I so much
needed this.
The poem Mary mentions was something I posted on LRB FB page in honor of my Aunt Loretta who passed away. It can also be found here on my blog: A Perfect Poem
The poem Mary mentions was something I posted on LRB FB page in honor of my Aunt Loretta who passed away. It can also be found here on my blog: A Perfect Poem
