There Was No Hummingbird
“The hummingbird
Just hovered,” he said.
“It just stayed right there.
Right in front of my face,
Checking me out.”
Thinking to catch
This intimate duet,
I grabbed my camera,
And hurried out.
But hummingbirds aren’t known
For patiently waiting
For photo ops.
So there was no hummingbird.
But there WERE flowers.
There was the California sunshine,
There was his back yard,
There was his garden full of corn,
And there were his flowers.
So I snapped the picture anyway.
“Don? Retired?”
They all ask.
With the sound of shock
In their voice,
And an incredulous look on their face.
How do you explain to them,
That when the hands are busy,
The mind still active,
And the feet still eagerly walking
Along the path of life,
That although he no longer
Leaves the house to work for a living,
His soul will NEVER retire.
Are not his flowers the proof?
Dear Old Don,
Even the Hummingbirds
Are charmed
By the splendor of you.
What chance does a mere woman such as me have???
You can still turn my heart, dear man.
You, and your hummingbirds.
I love you more today
Than I did in all of our yesterdays
Combined.
© 2008 Morning Song
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