Little sparrow
fell from high
hit her head
and promptly died.
Momma bird
felt all alone
said, “Now this nest
is not a home.”
“We’re still here,”
brothers cried.
“We’re so sad
that sister died.”
“And I’m about,”
said Daddy bird.
But momma bird heard
not a word.
She tried to chirp.
She tried to sing.
She tried to do
most anything
to mend the place
within her heart
little sparrow left
but
she fell apart.
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
It tears my heart apart. But dear little Sparrow, life must go on till it can’t. It is an unassuming poem, but the pain of bereavement it packs can melt a mountain.
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Written for my neighbor whose 9 ya old daughter died in a car accident this past March. My neighbor was driving. They were hit by a drunk driver. Her stepson was also in the car but he wasn’t hurt. It is sad. She was just a little sparrow. Thanks for reading Uma.
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This makes me feel many things
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
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