A Poem For A Pet Cockatiel, And A Cup Of Tea With Me.

 

(This is an older post, which I had unpublished, but I think it, and Paul, deserve a spot.) 🩷

Paul

Little bird rest in peace,

rest in peace

as your wings find final 

release

In a cage, you gave your all,

would comfort and enthrall

A constant companion

to a boy all alone

now fly away free

to your heavenly home

My son's cockatiel died this morning. He was about ten years old. How sad I felt as I buried him. I placed a cross and flowers on the spot to honour his little life.

Now, I am not the kind of person who puts animals above people, but I've had my share of pets and they have all been special in their own way. Paul was a special friend to my son and I will always be grateful for him. 

He was given to us by a kind bird-breeder friend from church. No doubt, God's timing was spot on as it always is.

It's at times like this, that I am reminded that God truly cares about the small details and comforts of our lives; that He cares so much that He will even organize a fluffy or a feathered friend to help us in our time of need. God loves His children deeply.

This little story does not end in death though. In God's perfect timing, a yellow budgie flew into a net in our neighbour's yard. My father kept it for a while, then gave it to my son, who has two large empty cages. This happened just a short while before Paul died.

God is so very kind and loving, isn't He?

Thanks for popping in🩷🩷🩷🙏🙏🙏🤗🤗🤗

Until next time, God bless,

Alison