Little bird, flying high

By Tim Law

Little bird, flying high
I see you above me and wonder why?
Why is it that you don’t go above?
To the place beyond the clouds, filled with people we love

Little bird, I pray you do
Fly down to me, hear my message for you
The words which I need desperately
For you to delivered to loved ones for me

Two mums, a grandma, grandpa, and Oma and Opa too
Hugs, kisses, and a “We miss you!”
Wishes that they could come back to us
One more embrace, a chance to make a fuss

But, sadly, your wings just cannot fly
Beyond the clouds, way past the sky
To a place so far beyond our touch
The place we desire to see so much

So we must wait, and sit, and sigh
And ask ourselves each day that “Why?”
Why take these ones we love so soon?
Why make us mourn by sun and moon?

I guess it must be the greatest gift
That pure joy to sadness shall shift
To have such memories, the price we pay
Is to miss someone so much each day

So little bird flying so near
I thank you for your listening ear
And should there be a chance that you
One day can make these dreams come true

Please recall this one true heart’s desire
Send our words up higher and higher
Upon your wing, from beak tweet true
Those gone before us, we love and miss you