Tweethearts

The old wooden seat creaks as it gently sways in the early morning breeze
Sunshine sparkles through a glistening web a spider silently weaves
Here in our garden so many flowers planted and memories we shared
I sit, trying to remember your voice, your face, the smell of your hair

The ache in my heart is because I loved you so very much
True love is a precious thing, blessed are we that it chooses to touch
I planted a special flower bush next to our swing to remember you by
It’s little things like this that we do without really understanding why

As my mind fills with your memories a sudden flash of wings catches my eye
There on the bush is a little robin, “tweet tweet” he sings as he watches me cry
I hold my breath as this wonderful bird hops right onto the seat next to me
I know right then it is you coming to visit me, my heart truly believes

Dear little robin, you carry a precious soul on your wings
Letting me know you watch over me with every song that you sing
Here in our special place, love echoes through time, forever young
I smile, knowing I will be ok now, my healing has begun…

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