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» Tuesday, May 15, 2007L'Envoi
He loved chicken soup...and his "teevee"...and pleating James' shirt with his beak...trying to chew those "strings" on Willow's fur...and jumping on the keyboard when I was trying to work...and the hull-less popcorn from Kroger (not to mention anything else we might be eating)...Merry "Chrisbird" music...and the cute birdie in the mirror...and having the shades up when it was cool enough...traveling in his carry box...and discovering new places to perch in motels...and always, always making love to Girlfriend.
I'll lend you, for a little while, a bird of mine, He said.
For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty-three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this bird to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love - not think this labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again.
I fancied that I heard them say, 'Dear Lord, thy will be done.'
For all the joy this bird shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shower him with tenderness and love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.