the last time I was there
looking out over our flower filled yard,
I knew it would be my last visit.
there high on a metal pole was our little blue bird house
hung so many years ago and filled each spring with a nest.
sweet musical sounds came softly from with in,
as each new nest filled with life.
deep within my heart I wished that you were with me once more
holding my hand as you whistle a soft melody answered by a sweet refrain.
But now as I leave forever, I wonder will some else love this tiny blue
house as much as we did.
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