Little Visitors

There’s a cardinal at the window, she’s tapping on the pane

I wonder if it’s mama

Come to chat with me, today

There’s a chance it could be daddy

It’s been hanging round all day

Maybe he has some good advice, to pass along to me

I’ve heard, if cardinals visit you

Angels may be drawing near

Maybe they experience missing, in the same way that I do

I held a conversation with the cardinal on the drive

It chatted, while I hung a wreath

Like when they were alive

I had a little visitor, as I put out their favorite seed

I like to see them eating

Offering something that they need

I find comfort in believing

Those little birds are something more

Helps me when working through my grieving

Knowing they’re always here with me