Hello Sweet Robin Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I see the robin swooping low,
He sings his tune,
his breast aglow.
His special presence warms my heart,
When he is near,
we're never apart,
for some do say when robin's near,
Loved ones are close when they appear.
I hope there is some truth in this,
For you are really sorely missed.
I thought of you the other day,
The sweetest robin passed my way.
I swear that it's a sign from you,
To know you're there,
To get me through.



Jayne Louise Davies