The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory.
http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled
Giving
A crust of bread to a tiny bird
Will never be missed by mankind
And the songs that they sing
For that crust of bread
Will bring tears to eyes, to blind.
Blind, to the joy of giving
If but to a tiny bird
Whose heart almost bursts
As he sings his thanks
In this troubled and weary world.
If we, like the birds
Could learn to sing
And learn the art of giving
This world would be a better place
And life would be worth the living.
