Gentle Spirit


You hop onto my window sill each night
and even let me hold you in my hands,
as if your very essence understands
I’ll keep you warm and safe til morning’s light
comes peeking through the curtains. What a sight
to see you peck your elegant commands
for breakfast; I’m prepared for such demands.
Your cheerful chirps say everything’s all right.

This morning as I watch you fly away,
a feeling stirs within me and I know
you won’t be coming back this way again.
I’m grateful for the time you chose to stay
to ease my dying. Everywhere you go
you’ll help another life release its pain.

© Susan Eckenrode, 2011