SARA'S BIRDS

**************************************** Eunice had an Uncle Hyman who she was vey fond of. He passed away. His wife's name was Sara and they were very close and together for many, many years. Hy was the older brother of Eunice dad.

Sara was a very shy and withdrawn woman and had few friends. Hy was her life. Eunice and I were friendly with them because Eunice had a knack of becoming friendly with even the most withdrawn people. She was drawn to them and they to her. Eunice had a profound empathy for people's feelings. She identified with them because Eunice had similar childhood experiences and she was very sensitive. *************************************************************************************
As is the case in many instances, when people are very close and their partner is the closest person in their lives, they tend to lose their will to live. That's the way it was with Sara, even though we tried to bring her into our lives. After a short while Sara became ill and passed on. We knew she wanted to be with her beloved Hy and that's what she chose. The following poem was written shortly after Sara's funeral be my dear, sweet Eunice. She titled it

"SARA'S BIRDS."

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On a cold February morning,
When the north wind howls,
Then blows the trees hunched-back
with arms bent over...
Sara joined her lover in a silent sleep,
Among the shadows, straight and gray,
Under the stars.
On Valentine's day...
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On a snowy, February morning,
on Summer's cold and lonely porch,
I tempted nature with seeds and corn...
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Squirrels came, their furry tails
fan-dancing in the wind,
their cheeks full...
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A crow came...
his black, sleek body reflected the sun,
With feathers that stretched,
then arched'
then flew away...
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A cardinal, his red coat flaming,
set the snow on fire...
Chickadees sang, They merrily danced
from tree to tree...
And two Mourning Doves, walked closely
together, a couple...
They looked at me with doe-like faces...
And left footprints upon the white floor,
Their lasting tribute to the falling snow..
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From the heavens they came...
Sara's birds.
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written by
Eunice Verdi
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This was always one of my favorites. It really is Eunice.