" The Red Bird Sings"

~ No sun outlasts the sunset
           But will rise again
                                    And bring the Dawn. 

 ~ Maya Angelou 

The day is lovely, I climb the hill ...

A grave marker gleaming in the afternoon sun
Your name, oh so familiar and true
I reach  for the top of the stone, to steady myself, and you are there
I trace the letters with my heart and hand
 Realising, you live on in each heart that loves you -
And the red bird sings.


Your life; so much more than mere words chiseled in stone...

The view, one  so reminiscent of you

Age-olde trees, settled in a peaceful ravine

Teaming with the glories of Nature; each one, you held so dear
Yours  is a special room in a safe corner of my Heart
Never to forget you -

 And the red bird sings.

As I ascend the hill, it seems a difficult climb...

 I remember how often you walked 

When little oxygen was given you

 Your body incredibly stressed

Yet, you were determined to give each step your absolute best

I will give you no less -

 And the red bird sings.

Your  husband, now buried next to you...

Following you, nine months later
To the Great Unknown;

I guess it is the way it was meant to be
Perhaps those were his wishes, as to be with you
You never liked being away from each other -
And the red bird sings.

I bring nothing in my hands...

Yet, my Heart is full
So many thoughts and emotions
Now, seeping through porous grief
A grief that we often bore, together

We were always a part of each other's healing -
And the red bird sings.


  I turn to make my descent ...

I see you clearly in the afternoon sun
You are happy; I sense the joy in your smile
Your hand steady upon my shoulder
As you point me to my family;
Our family-
And the red bird sings.

  ~ For your love and prayers, always... Thank You!
 The red bird sings.

Alicia O'Hara
c. 31 May, 2014


~ Beannaichte'
16 May, 2017
  

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" A Mother's Prayer"

~ A Child is born,

Into a world unknown;

A world of beauty, love, and sorrow,

This Child has yet no knowledge of life;

Nor has he fear of tomorrow.

Each day his eyes that watch the Morning Star,

They seem to gain more brightness;

His reaching out into the dark,

Will turn the dark to lightness.

My Heart forever I will share with him,

As I watch over him day by day;

The night Silvered and Silent, watches him rest,
Yet, still I watch over him, and silently pray.

He will wander through life unknowingly,

Many times he will stumble and fall;

But like all of us, yes, all of us,

He will stand again, preparing for the next fall.

My Son, there are so many words to say,
Yet only by living You shall know;
Your Peace of Mind, will feed your Heart,
And only by this can You strongly grow.

~ Alicia O'Hara  c.
30 October, 2016 

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