The Robin

 

I see her every morning at the breaking of the dawn

As she scratches at the flowerbed or picking on the lawn.

When I venture outdoors to me she’ll make her way

With a chirp of “good Morning and how are you to-day”.

 

I know what she is wanting and it’s in my outstretched hand

With a little flight and flutter on it she will land,

When she have eaten all she want she is gone again on wing

To the treetops nearby and there she’ll perch and sing.

 

And it sounds as if its “thank you” you have helped me on my way

In this cold harsh winter I will live another day,

and you know you are welcome to come back any time

For the little help I’ve given you the pleasure is all mine

 

This reminds me of another man who had a robin Just like me 

She would land on his hand and he called her Julie.

That was many years ago  When I was just a lad 

And the man that I’m referring to was my kind and gentle Dad.

 

Some believe the Robin Is a link from the other side,

If so, I say ”Thank you Dad” From across the great divide.