Dawning Creations

Little Bird~Brittny Woss

I wrote this poem for my grandmother in 8th grade when I discovered she had been diagnosed with cancer. She has malignant tumors in her brain and needed immediate surgery. My grandfather on my dad’s side had died from cancer that same year so I prayed and prayed that she would make it. My grandmother is a very strong woman so thankfully, the surgery was a success and all of our prayers were answered. This poem can now be dedicated to anyone who knows someone who suffers from infirmity and still pushes onward. Whoever is suffering and pushing to make it. This poem goes out to you… GOD bless you and NEVER give up!~Brittny Woss

Little Bird~

Through ill and in pain, that little bird is

still moving on, holding on, and being strong.

She still gets up in the morning to greet the sun in the sky,

and to chirp and fly.

Though in horrible pain and bleeding in her heart,

that strong little bird still soars through the wind.

Even with a broken wing,

she soars higher and higher until she’s almost to the sun.

This little bird has dark and troublesome roads ahead.

But in the summertime,when it’s nice and warm,

I know I will see her fly.

She’ll fly high into the sky just like she always does,

with a smile in her eyes and the sun warming her feathers.