Where The Hummingbird Flies
4 August, 2013
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I miss you most this time of year
So many memories
Memories, once smiles, now tears
The things we did together
Sometimes just sitting
Sitting, and enjoying the weather
I remember how you loved watching the birds
A quiet, personal joy you shared
Shared, usually silently, without any words
You tried to coax the different kinds
Hours spent building them special houses
Houses, of many different designs
And as I ponder, a little bird zooms by
I know it's a sign to remind
Reminding, somehow you are always nearby
It brings a tear-filled smile to my eye
As I breath deep... letting go a heavy sigh
Knowing now, you're right here...
Right here, where the hummingbird flies
------- Author's Notes -------
My dad has been gone too long now.. I will always remember his gentle ways. From watching birds, to the shooting stars to the lightning storms he called Mother Nature's fireworks.. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Shelby (99.155.42.41) -- Wednesday, August 7 2013, 09:11 pm I think it is very touching |
| Terrie* (98.239.78.217) -- Friday, August 9 2013, 05:20 am Becky , You kno how to place us within the canvas of your treasured path, such sadness written soooo beautifully that resonates in many hearts..Im glad I dropped in to read you...Love & Light T |
| Dino (24.19.113.200) -- Saturday, August 10 2013, 09:12 am Your poem reminds me of my father-in-law. He had several humming bird feeders and they were there everyday. One had a bent leg, and would show up every year at his place in Palm Desert. I too, when ever I see one now, reminds me of dad. ....Thanks Dreamer |
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