After people die
They reappear in the sky.

You can take my word,
They appear as a bird.

They can be my guide
When I go for a ride.

They follow me when I walk…
And chirp as if they talk.

They are within reach…
While I walk on the beach.

And they fly real low,
Past every window.

It was very sad.
When a bird alerted me about the passing of my Dad.

And etched in my memory,
Is the bird on my balcony.

It was the spirit of John
After he was gone.

I remember the bird with the passing of my Mother,
And the bird at the death of my oldest brother.

I remember the bird as no other
At the death of my youngest brother.

It was a bird that tried to let me know,
That soon my sister would go.

And now Frans is no longer here,
But as a bird remains near.

It all sounds hard to believe,
But you will understand when you grieve.

Alone I will never be,
The birds are always there for me.

To comfort me in my sorrow,
So I can face tomorrow.