The Whisper of a Sparrow
As the whisper of a sparrow
gently graces my side,
she touches the earth
I am as well, touched
by my sweet grandmother
whose love for the little birds
has inspired me
innocence knows innocence
and I can remember her words
as she sprinkled bread crumbs
in the grass
she said, take care of our little friends
they need us as much as
we need them
Each time I see the tiny creatures,
I see my grandmother’s face
and hear her voice
and I know
that she is still inspiring me
to take care of those
who need us
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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