A fragile bird,
damaged her wing,
a pain that burned,
she could not sing.
Voices she heard
made her ears ring,
the peaceful words,
eased aches and stings.
Outlines a blur,
harmony flings.
Angel returns,
hopeful upswing.
The scent of myrrh,
meets natures bling,
felt good to her,
energy zings.
Inner strength stirs,
a sacred sling,
healing occurs,
and pure love clings.
As her heart purrs,
wishes it brings.
Intent infers,
her flight past spring.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
I love the imagery with the beautiful bird bringing hope and song Grace~! 💖💖💖💖
Happy to hear that, Cindy. Thanks so much.💕
you’re so welcome Grace! 💖
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Is beautiful, dear Grace. I adore the “nature’s bling” line. Is awesomeness. ❤️
So glad you enjoyed it and that line in particular, my friend. Thanks so much.💕
You’re welcome, dear Grace. Always. 💕
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Lovely poem, Grace. I love the rhyme scheme🥰
So glad you enjoyed, Suvi. Thanks a lot.💕💕
You’re most welcome❤
So inspiring!! Loved it Grace. Your verses never fail to impress me❤❤
That’s so nice to hear. Thank you so much.💕
I had a cockatiel companion for many years (her name was Ernie–her previous owners had thought she was male, hence the weird name). This poem brings back wonderful memories of her. She had such a unique personality! I would play my guitar and sing to her and she absolutely loved it. 😀 She’s been gone for several years now and I still miss her characteristic chirps and finger-kisses. Well done, Grace. Thanks for the memories. 🙂
Thank you so much, Mike. I had 2 cockatails too years ago.They were wonderful.Still miss them.💕🙏💕
A lovely poem, Grace! Loved the rhyme and rhythm😊💖
Thank you so very much.💕
You’re welcome, always 😊
Oh, quite painful yet informative and inspiring. Great use of inagery. 💖
Thank you so very much, Lamittan. 💕
Much welcome, Grace, always.