Feed The Birds
She had a smile like the sun;
I would do much
To feel its warmth upon me again.
She would always feed the birds;
The joy she felt, I heard
Just from looking up to her eyes.
She left this world just as she lived;
"To forget and forgive
Is the greatest lesson I ever learned."
She walks through me, joyful and warm;
Feeding birds and forgiving more.
What a wonderful life she must live!
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