Red-breasted angel

I don’t very often write poetry, but this is something that I truly believe.

A little bird IMG_5866.JPG

Red-breasted angel

Someone once said

If a bird with breast of red

Visited me

Regularly

It was a loved one passed on

Come to check upon

Me

*

My Grandma I knew

Was the red-breasted bird who

Visited me

Regularly

Landing carefully on the fence

When life made no sense

Helping me

*

On several dark days

She arrived and then stayed

Visiting me

Regularly

Chirping louder than the rest

Always doing her best to

Support me

*

Then days became weeks

With no sign, no peep

Not visiting me

Regularly

I searched the trees and the skies

She was not by my side

Leaving me

*

When today she returned

My eyes and heart burned

She was visiting me

Regularly

Whilst she’d been silently away

She’d forced decisions my way

Loving me

*

As she sits now on the fence

I see the future from whence

She will visit me

Regularly

For my decisions are made

My strength cannot be swayed

Holding me

*

My red-breasted sign

Of a life that can be mine

Feathers visiting me

Regularly

The future is clear

My robin is here

Guiding me

*

© AnnMarie Wyncoll 2016

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6 thoughts on “Red-breasted angel

  1. I adore robins and I have never thought of them in this way, but I think I will now. As a sign that someone who is no longer with me in a physical manner is actually still with me and supporting me in less tangible way. Thank you for sharing your lovely poem AnnMarie.

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    • I read it in an article somewhere and shortly after that the robin starting coming regularly – and then it started coming when I was having really bad days. It may have been a coincidence but I do find its presence so comforting and I like to think that it is my Grandma reassuring me and telling me it’s all going to be okay. Thanks, Sarah.

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