WC5 - Not Forgotten

Once while I was walking
Through Grandad's flower bed
I spied a little sparrow,
Alone, scared and half dead.

I knelt upon the ground
Beside this little bird;
I told him that I'd care for him
And set out to keep my word.

I asked the Lord above
To let this creature live,
For I believed in miracles and life, I knew
God could give.

"Set him by the poppies"
I heard my grandad say
"Maybe he'll get better
And you can watch him fly away".

I gently picked him up
And held him to my cheek;
I told him that I loved him,
But he was growing weak.

I set him in the poppies
And kissed his little head;
He stumbled and fell to his side;
He was dead.

I wouldn't look at Grandpa
For the teardrops stung my eyes,
And surely such a wise old man
Knew only a baby would cry.

I heard him clear his throat,
And then he spoke with a voice so queer
That I had to look him in the eye
And I watched him wipe away a tear.

He said "I'll go get a shovel
And you can make a cross.
Just remember, heaven's gain
Is always this worlds loss.


You asked the Lord to heal him
So that he could fly;
Maybe in order to use his wings
He had to die".

We burried him in the roses;
Just my grandpa and me
But I didn't say a single prayer,
For if he flew, I didn't see.

                     
    The End