Little Bird Written by ,Marsha C WohlhieterThere's a little bird that perches On my front porch near my door He sings to me a sweet songOf the days that came before.He brings to mind our childhoodAnd the games we used to playHow we thought we'd live foreverAnd that things would never change.He sings of friends and familyOf good times and of badHe sings of joy and sorrowAnd the triumphs that we've had.There's a little bird that perchesOn my front porch near my door He sings to me a sad songOf the days to be no moreHe sings to me of special timesWhen some we will not see.And the plans we made together That simply said were not to be.There's a little bird that perches On my front porch near my door.He sings to me memoriesMade so recent ...And then wait there is more!This little bird that perches On my front porch near my door He sings to me a promise of days that are yet to come. He sings to me of joyAnd the things I've left undoneHe reminds me I must keep goingUntil my work is done.He tells me not to worry That I do not walk aloneTo stop and smell the roses Each one a scent of it's own.He tells me to rememberThe details of each day.To share the stories and memoriesAs I go along the way.For when my time is finishedThese times that we've been throughWill serve to guide and comfortMaybe one or two.So little bird that perches On my front porch near my door.Sing to me your sweet songsAnd stay here evermore.Have A great DayHugsssssDon