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"THE WHISPERING SPARROW"
Sometime's as I stand outside my home here in the desert I listen to the birds and they sing each one to me. They watch me from the branches in the palm tree in my friend's backyard. On one such occasion, I was sitting alone in my plastic chair; thinking about my children back home in Canada. I was feeling a little down as I had not heard from any of them for quite some time.
I remember thinking to my self out loud, how soon we grow old and then become forgotten to those we raised up from birth. It kind of reminded me of a story that a dear friend past on to me, It's called the wooden bowl. If you get a chance you must find it and read it. I was determined not to let anyone know I was feeling down as my feelings most times I keep to myself. But sometimes, even I am surprised.
A sparrow came and landed on the stone wall not that far from where I was sitting down. The wind began to blow slightly and as I watched the bird, it began to sing. It said, to me. Listen old man for they have not forgotten you; they have become wrapped up in their own world and like most young ones they too sometimes forget to stay in touch. Then it whispered, We are here all of us; do not we come and sit in the tops of the trees and on the stone walls that surround your home? Do not we sing and greet the rising sun with you?
It was just a thought and I thought that it would be cool to share with those that are interested. We are never truly alone. Two days later I received an e-mail from my oldest daughter announcing that the second oldest gave birth to another child. Daddy, your now grandfather to another, meet baby Harley.
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