This poem was written as a memorial for Ann Santos, my daughter's mother-in-law. Ann died on July 21, after suffering with cancer.
A Feathered Visitor
Little bird, why were you sitting so close to us at the cemetery?
You did not fly away like most birds would have done.
You sat right there and watched our every move.
After several minutes, the plans were completed.
As if on cue, you then flew away.
It was as though you were overseeing the plans.
Little bird, thank you for being there.
Somehow your presence gave us a sweet peace.