I vowed I’d not replace my sweetest Holly when she died.
I found her loss so hard to bear,
her empty home just standing there,
so many days I cried.
Such a gentle creature, she had been my truest friend.
I taught her many words to say,
and tiny football games we’d play,
I loved her to the end.
But in a while I saw an empty home as something sad,
So Lewis came to live with me,
I brought him home in time for tea,
I wondered, was I mad?
They said I shouldn’t handle him that night, just let him rest,
but straight away when we got in
he nestled underneath my chin,
that feeling was the best.
Pretty soon he settled in, my home became his too.
Bright tail of red and feathers grey,
he learned new sounds and words each day,
our bond and friendship grew.
‘You are my sunshine’ is a song he sings the whole way through,
a cough, a sneeze, a squeaky door,
the sound of my heels on the floor.
Workman’s whistles, yawns and sighs,
joins in when next door’s baby cries
He asks me for ‘Some water please’,
‘mwah’ kissy sounds he makes in threes,
he worries ‘What’s the matter mate?’
and steals my veggies from my plate.
My feathered friend so very smart
has made his nest within my heart.