By Cathy Conway
I saw a pretty little Robin Sitting in a tree And as I stood there watching I saw her wink at me! I said, “What are you doing? Little Bird, why are you here?” As she kept on staring, Everything became so clear She came a little closer And opened her mouth up wide What happened next, I tell you, Really made me cry As she kept on staring She began to sing. It was a song familiar to me From before this terrible thing. She sang a song, and I knew That it was just for me. Just give me a reason I felt peace wash over me. When the song was over There was magic in the air. I didn’t know why I was so lucky, But in that moment, I just didn’t care. I looked at her so earnestly And said, “why’d you have to go? There’s so many people left behind Who still feel they need you so.” The conversation that followed Is something I won’t forget. She said she lived a full life One without regret “I lived my life to the fullest And tried so many things I had a beautiful life And now I’ve earned my wings. I know that you all miss me so Just as I miss you But now I watch over you all And I have so much to do! Please tell everyone That I really am alright There’s such beauty in this world Flying from this height I love you all so much But I truly am ok It wasn’t my choice to go But I’ll see you again someday. When you hear a beautiful song, Or a whisper in the wind, Look around, it’s probably me Checking up on you again.” She had one last message And this one was all mine, “There’s lots of windows in heaven, And I use them all the time.” I felt a few tears escape As I watched her fly away But I felt such peace inside my heart Knowing I’ll see her again someday.
Cathy Conway has many titles: wife, mom, sister, and friend among others, but her most treasured title is Mimi to Gwen and Gabriel. She was a longtime nurse until she was sidelined by multiple sclerosis. She returned to college and got an associate’s degree in computer science and is close to a bachelor’s degree in software development. Cathy is happiest when surrounded by her close family and friends, especially when camping. She loves to cook as well. She wrote a lot in her younger years, but not for publication. She submitted this piece as a show of support for the editor, who was her daughter’s childhood best friend after they met in kindergarten.