Little Yellow Bird

It has been a year now, that the little yellow bird flew home

that little orange bird, misses her so much everyday...

but never feels alone

the yellow bird- so lovely, brave, and kind-

is always still... and will always be on the orange bird's mind

they loved one another in such a profound way-

I'm sure the sky will just light up when they meet again one day

a hundred songs, ten dozen poems; the two made together

that energy of love, will live on and fly forever

in all things green, pinks, reds, blooms of blue and violet-

in harry potter, and Bible stories, and kindness, the little yellow bird's memory will always highlighted

in giant storms and rain and thunder, board games and high school plays- in her nephew's hearts- nothing could put asunder

as for the little orange bird, it is with certainty not wonder-

that never was there a better aunt, friend, daughter, wife, Gram and mother

My Aunt Vicky loved me, and I loved her so much back- she could make anything grow, it always amazed me- in any garden she tended, and all the hearts she mended. xo