The Blackbird

The blackbird’s footprints seemed to trace The footpath to the resting place Through the bright new layer of snow They led the way, showed where to go. They laid your baby in the ground A tiny heart that made no sound I scattered earth and shed a tear Scared and lonely, wracked with fear. For two weeks before we’d tied your hair With a band from mine as you lay aware Things would never be the same A tiny being would have no name. I never saw you cry that day So I hid my sadness as I walked away I saw the blackbird that day too Wise eyes watching, I think he knew. The year is new, joy may it bring As Winter changes into Spring And when dragonflies dart in the sun I’ll think about your little one.