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Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Little Bird by Jeanetta Rockholt

Since it's Memorial Day weekend and Mother's day is just past, I thought I’d post a poem my mother wrote. It has been printed in a small newspaper, and you get to see where I get my writing talent. 

The poems about when my dad was very ill with colon cancer. It was near the end of his life when he was the sickest and couldn’t watch TV or read.

Really he couldn’t do much at all, and we had to be quiet for him.

Then this little humming bird came and built this tiny, little nest. My dad watched it and it seemed to take him away from the pain he was in.

I really think that little bird was a gift from God.

A little bird
by Jeanetta Rockholt

My first husband was very ill,
we all had to be very quiet and still.

A mother bird flew by our house.
Since we were so quiet, she decided to stop.

She began to build a house.
Our porch she decided to adopt.

Underneath the porch’s ceiling, on the TV wire,
nest material she began to acquire.

Such a worker, you wouldn’t believe.
A beauty of a nest, she began to achieve.

Three tiny, beautiful eggs, she began to lay.
She was a humming bird, so the tiny nest she made.

Three little birds began to hatch.
They were all humming birds, so each other they matched.

The first birds that grew
Up and out of the nest it flew.

Out to the shade tree and then,
There were two.

After a while, one was left to grow fat, and there he sat.
On the nest like a chair, just like that.

He licked the ceiling, as we watched, amazed.
His mother worked so hard to feed him, she was dazed.

So off he flew, one day, like the others,
whether they were sisters or brothers.

What a joy, my husband, and we all exclaimed.
Only a tiny little nest on the wire remained.

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 Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?

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Nancy said...

What a wonderful poem, and a lovely tribute to your parents. Good luck with the book.
Nancy Lee Badger
author of

Paris said...

Such a beautiful, loving tribute. Thank you for sharing.

Sapphire Phelan said...

A nice tribute to your parents.

jean hart stewart said...

What a nice memory to have of your parents!

Celtic Chick said...

What a wonderful tribute to your parents. Your mother is very talented poet.

Best wishes!

LKF said...

I just love this poem, such a nice tribute.
Thanks for sharing.

Janice Seagraves said...

Hi Everyone,

I had trouble leaving a comment the other day, so I'll just leave a simple group thank you here.

Thank you everyone for the kind words. I'll tell mom how much you liked the poem. :) She'll be thrilled.


Adele Dubois said...

I can vouch for the healing power of birdwatching. It's a fascinating and beautiful hobby.

Best of luck with your release, Janice!


Marianne Stephens said...

Heartwarming poem, and loving way to remember your father. Your mother has a gift for writing poetry.

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