The Sparrow
You left footprints when you walked this earth
But I don’t know where they are
I’ve searched the winding garden path
I’ve walked the empty barn
The whispered wind does not contain
Your laughter in its arms
Behind me one lone shadow lies
As each day I face the morn
But when the fence top sparrow chirps
Its cheerful happy song
I fleeting see your smiling face
As a memory has its dawn
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Author’s Note: What can I say? There are people I miss that aren’t around anymore, and that makes me sad.
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Written based on the prompt, “Light” over at Imperfect Prose with Emily and Company. I chose sunrise as my light, one of the better lights in my opinion.
Just. Beautiful.
Visiting from emily’s corner
I have wept over the wing of a sparrow I found in the scattered leaves of the garden. It lay unnoticed all winter and the discovery of it cause me to mourn. Small losses can speak to the sadness of greater grieving. This poem mattered to me today. Thanks
this poem moves me, too. i have faced not death but grieved other losses. find myself following empty footprints..lovely piece
Lovely!
this is really moving robert….i am glad you get that glimpse at least in the song of the bird…it is hard to miss people for sure…
wow that’s kind of heartbreaking. but a good thing for a heart to break over.
this is really beautiful!!!
There are people I miss that aren’t around anymore, and that makes me sad.
Me too, thanks for this post.
touchingly beautiful! those brief glimpses — whether inspired by the sparrow or something else — are wondrous moments.
You beautifully illustrate the echoes left when another is absent here…and also show that life goes on. Thank you for sharing this…
“i’ve searched the winding garden path…”
i feel the ache in this. it is plaintive and breathtaking.
Wonder I didn’t read this, earlier, but I’m glad I’m reading it, now. A good friend of mine passed away two years ago, today. I named a star after him.