And as you say those final words,
I remember those words,
That started it all.
Those little words of appreciation,
Fetched me a bird,
A bird…. Like you.
A bird so red with blood, blackened to soot,
Feathers so weathered, character so grey,
Abandoned by all merryfeathers.
But an aura of happiness had you,
An aura of life out shown every merryfeather,
And came for my heart.
Oh Robin, we spent days, score and a few,
In which you chirped and I sang to you,
Let's hope, they don't evaporate like dew.
But robin, you are a free bird so fly,
Your fingers shall leave my hand and fly,
But a moment or two look back to mommy.
Oh robin a moment or two look back to mommy,
Look back to mommy and don't you cry, don't cry,
But smile and spread it across your yellow beak.
We created many moments,
And there will be more to cover,
It's just a beautiful day, with you and I seeing the setting sun.
And the sun will rise again to you chirping in my balcony,
And I will embrace you to the sweetest of kiss,
And stitch a sweater of love, turned grandmother then.
But all I have for you is love and luck,
Fly and never lose hope, for if you do, image,
Me behind trying to push you.
Oh Robin, remember the days when I pushed you to fly,
You stopped me and yet flew well,
So give up on giving up, and fly in this vast sky.
My arms are always wide open,
And you rest the key to my heart,
So wave a goodbye, with a promise to come back.
And I will sit on my rocking chair,
Right beside your stand, feeling,