My Little Bird

I held you in my tired arms

but for the shortest hour.

Your fragile life affected me

with overwhelming power.

A weakened heart and ashen skin

entombed a kindred soul.

Nothing here upon this Earth

could ever make them whole.

So, with my tears upon your skin

we said our last good-bye.

Your wings were clipped,

my Little Bird,

but you were meant to Fly.

Reviews

[nazia]

what a touching good bye it is....

[Woody]

oh so tender and sad whether it is meant for a bird or a departing dear one.
really touching poem.

[WhiteWillow]

Thank you Woody for stopping by!

[Solitary_Streets]

This is a very sound and thought provoking poem, great job! The second paragraph is excellent and sets up well for the ending. I love the idea and wording throughout the whole piece!

[WhiteWillow]

Thank you for your kind words SS

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. The poem left me with a deep sadness of a great loss. Hard to release someone too soon. Thank you for sharing the amazing poem.
Coyote

[WhiteWillow]

Thank you Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.