Enternal Healing of Love - Poem

When I see a bird that cannot fly,
I mend its wings and wait,
we become friends and I know all in its mind while it waits in line to be free,
in time I know the bandage will be removed, I know the bird will continue on its journey,
I will have given all and expect nothing to be repaid, but I cry and feel the weight of sorrow and loss, and yet the bird is free to live and do anything it wants,
I lift my head and wipe my eyes and ask who is next? ,
and then sweet little chirps comes from next of me asking what can we do next.

WJR