(I wrote this this after talking to a few bereaved clients, who found great comfort in seeing Robins and taking them as a sign that their loved ones had “sent” them.)
Little Robin brown and red
Looks at me as he tips his head,
If what people say is true
Perhaps he brings a message too.
Again he sits upon a hedge
Another time a window ledge,
Another time I hear him sing
Peace to my hurting heart he brings.
For people say he is a sign
Sent by my husband to say he’s fine,
But whether it’s true or an empty hope
His frequent appearances help me cope.
So little Robin brown and red
Come once more and tip your head,
You’ve helped me live now off you fly
It’s time for us to say goodbye.
My pain is less you’ve helped me see
Though griefs still there I’m breaking free,
The future beckons me to come
Thank you Robin your work is done.