A PARROT’S SONG

A PARROT’S SONG

Inside her aging world he gifted song
each melody to her heart it did belong
she came to know them well and
sang along

until deafness stole her ears, he could
croon no wrong.

How to tell her friend she could not hear
the voice in which she grew to love so dear
how he’d take the blow, she stood to fear
and finally whispered once he was so near.

“I can no longer hear your joyous word;
for thirty years you sang and I always heard.
Now the Lord saw fit to take my sense of hearing.
My deafness will steal your gift; that’s what I’m fearing.”

He looked at her with love and even grace.
Understood the message from her anguished face.
Lowering his head as if to address a Queen,
his eyes did lock into hers like an emerald stream:

“My lady, I will sing until I die.
My song for you will ride across the sky.
And when our lives are done, you’ll hear it still.
For Heaven waits for goodness, and always will.”

She smiled and touched his beak a firmly kiss,
realizing it was only sound that she would miss.
His friendship never wavered for a day
until a morning came, and she passed away.

Her stillness told him of the sorrow at hand.
He sang a eulogy only he could understand.
Stares out a window to a smile above the cloud,
knowing where ever she is, she hears him loud.

So he sang his heart out in the misty glass,
penetrating the grief and tears alas!
He knows she hears it in that Heavenly place -
a Parrot’s Song not even death could ever erase.