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Little Bird
Written by ,Marsha C Wohlhieter

There's a little bird that perches
On my front porch near my door
He sings to me a sweet song
Of the days that came before.

He brings to mind our childhood
And the games we used to play
How we thought we'd live forever
And that things would never change.

He sings of friends and family
Of good times and of bad
He sings of joy and sorrow
And the triumphs that we've had.

There's a little bird that perches
On my front porch near my door
He sings to me a sad song
Of the days to be no more

He sings to me of special times
When 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 memories
Made 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 joy
And the things I've left undone
He reminds me I must keep going
Until my work is done.

He tells me not to worry
That I do not walk alone
To stop and smell the roses
Each one a scent of it's own.

He tells me to remember
The details of each day.
To share the stories and memories
As I go along the way.

For when my time is finished
These times that we've been through
Will serve to guide and comfort
Maybe one or two.

So little bird that perches
On my front porch near my door.
Sing to me your sweet songs
And stay here evermore.