This Poem was Submitted By: Philip D. Pederson On Date: 2001-12-01 16:57:56 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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No way to prepare...

With care he wrapped in tissue tight, the sparrow he'd found in the yard; and then with tears that blurred his sight he buried it with chaste regard. And soon thereafter Sissy found Miss Kitty lying stiff and dead; and with the family gathered 'round, they buried her...out by the shed. And mom explained as best she could, (with keenness of a diplomat), that "maybe God thought Heaven should... have one more little bird and cat." Years later grandma got real sick, and in a month she up and died: And lots of people cried a bit, but most just shook their heads and sighed. And uncle Jack in seriousness, and a wisdom most apparent; said "God has been preparin' us... for the day we lose a parent." "That is the way it's 'pposed to be;" Jack said, then turned so that no one could see his tears, or hear his plea... "who readies you...to lose a son?"

Copyright © December 2001 Philip D. Pederson


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