Our little blue parakeet died today.
It’s life had ran it’s course.
For a clean and well stocked home
My wife’s hand was the source.
Daily she would speak to him.
He would rest upon his feet.
Millet was his favorite food.
Her hand would bring the treat.
He was just a bit of blue joy.
Those colors were outstanding.
For years he played and sang
Do in part to my wife’s handling.
He died on a Sunday
But before we went to church
He wanted one time
Upon her hand to perch.
It was his little way to say goodbye
As he reached his life’s end
By touching the hand of one he loved;
The one who was his friend.
He is buried near our house.
Our feelings God understands.
We are just like Mr. Blue
We are cared for by His hands.
A friend loves at all times
Proverbs 17:17 KJV
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