A Swallow’s View
By: Gen1900
On a pleasant morning of spring;
Sat the white-breasted Swallow king.
He was perched on a window sill, enjoying the cool breeze;
When all of the sudden he heard a catastrophic wheeze.
His little black eyes turned to the pane;
And beheld an old man . . . still and lain.
Three short females knelt by his bed;
Crying at the sight of their Father’s sweating forehead.
The daughters knew it wouldn’t be long now;
Till the sinking of their Father’s alert brow.
“Oh, why must you be sick!” once cried;
“It is God’s wish . . .” Father painfully sighed.
“But my wedding is nearing!” the second daughter wept;
“I’ll be there in spirit and don’t fear, my promise will be kept.”
A smile overtook the Father’s white face;
He opened his arms as if to embrace.
“Our Lord and Our Lady take me to see my baby brother!”;
As the man closed his eyes, the Swallow sang miraculously a song he never tweeted before;
It was, “On This Day Our Beautiful Mother.”
The Swallow flew away with the last verses utter from his beak;
“On this day She gives thee Her love.”
Poetry