First Poem

I found this in the box of things left for me by my Mother, soon after she died last winter. My first poem, I believe...

Song of a Bird

A happy little bird

Is sitting in a tree.

And now it seems she sings

Her song just all for me.

'Twas God who put the songs

Into the birdie's throat.

And now the bird can give

The world each lovely note.

jag

age 7