For My Uncle Lowell

A small bird alighted upon my window sill,

Delicate, yet bold in its approach,

Not aware that the window was open.

I extended my hand towards it

And it hopped upon my finger.

No fear. Just trusting.

The little bird and I sat awhile.

Quiet in our thoughts.

Neither meaning to harm the other.

The warm sun beat down on us as we sat there.

Soaking in the beauty of God’s creation.

But the clouds came, and the little bird flew away.

For all things in this world come and go.

But the memories remain.

DVWG Poet Lynette Tucker