Well, since I posted that last poem, I might as well post this one. This one is dedicated to very special friend of mine, whom I love dearly. It's entitled
THE HUMMINGBIRD:
There's a hummingbird lying still in my heart
when I think of you this this humming starts
to flutter its wings as fast as it can
whirring and humming like a small fan
I can feel the wind of its small wings
blowing and stirring all the good things
that remind me of you, now and always
things that remain and never decay.
Things of your beauty and things of you heart
things that have been from the very start.
Since the day I met you, to this very day,
That hummingbird still likes to come out and play.
