Injured Sparrow

While walking the wetlands today I saw a sparrow,
sitting on a wooden bridge that was so narrow.

It flittered and fluttered but did not fly,
When I saw it's broken wing I wanted to cry.

I eased up closer scooping it up in my blouse.
Junped on my bike and hurried with it to my house.

Inside on a blanket I let it free,
Reeta and Rosee were just starring at me.

As if to say mommy what have you brought,
Is it a meal, or a toy what is that you've got?

With string and wooden matches I mended its wing,
placed it in an empty birds cage and it began to sing.

I fed it mashed up worms and beetles to keep it well,
it made us all laugh when it started pecking at a bell.

In just three weeks the bird wing was all heeled,
I let it fly around the screened-in porch, it was big, yet sealed.

We called the tiny sparrow twirp,
becsause when well all she did was chirp.

I opened the door on Sunday morning and off she flew,
Where she was going, or if she'd get there we had no clue...

Chatty,
Now that was a heartwarming piece of poetry! Thanks! I loved it!
Hug Reeta & Rosee for me and Xena.

Virtuous Wealth

If you're poor as a church mouse,
Or rich as a king,
It doesn't really matter,
For there's only one thing,
That'll bring eternal happiness,
And compel your heart to sing.
It's love, oh so precious,
From a faithful, sacred spring!

jabber, love it! I get love from the same source.

chatty, I don't know what's more amazing, the fact that you did that, or that you were then able to write a poem about it. You go girl!

Chatty, what a delightfull poem. What a lucky sparrow to have been found by you.
Love your poem too Jabber! I may not have the time to write anything right now, but I'm always checking in and enjoying your works of art!

I called the poem that because I heard so many people say,
"Money is the root of all evil". I don't agree but there are
other kinds of wealth besides money, IMO!

Thanks Dots and Edelweiss; I try poems out here to see what reaction I get, before I decide whether or not to put 'em in a manuscript. Due to PTSD, one day something will look fine to me and the next it won't. So I like to get response from others.

Been absent for a time,
no words to make rhymn.

Too ill to worry,
wanted to get well in a hurry.

At sickness I've laughed and never seemed to care,
but once you're really sick it does cause a scare.

The one thing we need to live life is air,
unfortunately none was getting to my lungs inside there.

My skin was white and I looked so pale,
there was no color under my fingernails.

Seems I had pneumonia and boy was I sick,
hospital pumped me full of antiobotics and that did the trick.

For now I must wear oxygen 24/7,
or I could find myself on a cloud up in heaven.

Now I'm not saying that wouldn't be nice,
If you take the number 10 and double it twice.

I want to be around to see my great granddaughter marry,
my times may be overstated and yes they will vary.

But I'm hoping in my favor because I love living,
and there is so much more to do, and so much to be giving.

So if theres time in your day please say a prayer for me,
when this is over and I'm well, we can share high tea...

Chatty, my dear,

Thank God you’re back here.

Breathe in deeply

We love you ‘heeply’.

Prayers are on there way,

Filling your heart all day.

Hang on that life line of yours,

Don’t want to unlock those heaven doors.

You are needed and cherished among your peers,

Get better soon, dear one, or we’ll drown in tears.

Chatty,

Made me feel oh so sad,
To read lowdown news,
'bout you feelin' bad.

Hope each 'n every passin' hour,
God restores your health and power.

Get well, sweet friend,
We need you here,
Your expertise is in demand, my dear.

You TWO are so awesome and my love for you just fills my heart to overflowing. Thanks for the lovely thoughts.