I Plan to Take Them With Me
“Why’d ya’ open the window, sweetie?” Doctor Flynn inquired. “Thankfully it’s
warm outside...thankfully it’s Spring.”
“A pretty cardinal landed in that big ol’ willow tree, and I just couldn’t help myself…I had to hear him sing,”
The little girl responded, “and I know that...pretty soon...I’ll be up in Grandma’s kitchen helpin’ her make pie,
So I whipped up a little list of what I’d like to see - and what I’d like to hear -
for when I die.
“I rarely get to go outdoors, so when I spot a songbird landed close enough to hear, I simply can’t resist
Doing all I can to get to where it can be heard, and when I fail, believe me...
I despair for what I’ve missed.
“Growing up in Bluebird Valley, birds of many species filled the trees surrounding where our modest cabin stood,
And - back before I lost my health - I squandered many hours skipping rocks on Prophet Pond and wandering through the wood.
“The stream that fed that little pond - more accurately - the brook - filled my ears with trickling sounds that gently soothed my soul,
And what I feel’s my favorite sight - and pray to see again’s - the crazed, hilarious bucking of a wild rambunctious foal.
“I cherish gorgeous sunsets...I adore when babies laugh...I strain my ears for ‘cooing’ doves an’ owls...I love them all.
Kittens purring...harvest moons...wafting fields of wheat...gliding golden eagles…and a lone wolf’s mating call.
Each and every one of these, to me, is truly special, and - up until I leave this world - I’ll try in every way
To garner opportunities to see them and to hear them as I plan to take them with me when I reach my final day!
Copyright © Mark Stellinga | Year Posted 2022
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