The little sparrow chirped and flew,
Newfound strength in its wings,
The happiness of freedom to discover
Besides other things.
The sparrow found its soul-mate
In a thorny tree,
The thorns never hurt her heart
She was still so bright, so free.
The sparrow loved this world,
So green, so blue, so bright,
The sparrow loved everyone and thing,
She did not harbor hate.
The sparrow loved its little ones,
And gave them many things,
Values, courage, love and anger
And happiness to bring.
The thorns restricted her flying,
The world was angry with her,
The sparrow did not see why,
There was nothing wrong in her.
She never could hate anyone,
She gave them all her love,
But all she got in turn,
Was a bitter, bitter love.
The sparrow taught many little ones,
And taught them how to fly,
And they in turn adored her,
And loved her all the while.
The sparrow never adorned herself
She never had found the need,
But, oh! Her love was beautiful,
And her heart was bright indeed!
The sparrow fell ill one day,
Time had run its course,
Still she lived and loved and fought,
Her battle more poetry than prose.
They all came down to see her,
And for her illness weep,
And she loved them and loved them still,
Until, finally, she fell asleep.
LOVE YOU MOM!
