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A Little Bird Told Me

4 part Valentines poem

By Tom FarrowPublished about a year ago 3 min read
A Little Bird Told Me
Photo by Isaac Benhesed on Unsplash

Part 1

Nineteen sixty three on a schoolyard full of swings the children go outside to run and play with the various things,

The goal to only have fun. Little Kay having fun in kind. She and her classmates having a blast, but something is on that plotting mind.

It’s Valentines Day at long last. She has a crush on little Bobby. Like a typical boy he’s painfully clueless. She has something in her mind that probably, will enlighten him, but she must be so fearless.

It’s a Valentines card, specially selected to give to Bobby today. It’s in her pocket so it’s protected, now thinking of what she should say.

Bobby’s alone on the schoolyard. Over to him she approaches. Reached in her pocket, hands him the card, she just looks down, her feet the ground she scratches.

Bobby reads out loud,”A little bird told me, you’d be my Valentine”. Then Bobby asked, “Where is this bird I never see? Should you trust in him this time?”

“He’s told you things like this before. He’s not always right, you know. I think you want this even more, than you actually think his words are so. “

“You’re wishing, hoping, praying it’s true, for me to be your precious Valentine. The only thing left I can do,Is give you this card that says,“Please also be mine”.

Part 2

Twenty years after they’ve gone separate ways, Bobby and Kay run into each other, at a conference in the city by the bay. Kay as pretty as her mother.

They met for dinner catching up on their lives. They could hardly dine, laughing and talking so much. Allowing their minds into their childhood dive. A drink or two, eventually their hands did touch.

“This can’t happen”, Bobby thought to himself, “She’s married I must leave her alone”. Kay got up, from the restaurant she left. Bobby’s phone number secured in her phone.

On his way home thoughts were focused on Kay. “What a woman little Kay has become. A fool I was to let her get away. I wish it was her, waiting for me at home.”

At the same time, Kay’s thoughts were on Bobby, “He’s the man the bird told me he’d be.” Her last glimpse of him in the hotel lobby. “If only I’d listened when the bird tried to tell me.”

Part 3

Another twenty years have slipped away. Kay is divorced and is now alone. A trip planned to the city by the bay. Excited to go, she plans a three day stay.

Bobby has married, to a beautiful wife, but not very long I’m afraid. An accident happened, taking her life, a sad widower of Bobby it made.

His business has prospered and doing real well, but it takes all his time, making plans to travel today. He has reservations at a familiar hotel. In a city that’s right by the bay.

Kay has arrived, unpacked her bags. Decided to go for a walk in the park. Took a seat on bench, noticed a bird on a twig. They stayed for while, Kay and the bird, till it started to get all dark.

“Could that be a sign?” Kay asked no one, “I have to know “ she answered herself. She jumped in a cab, “To the Hyatt hotel, give it the gun.” Minutes later she’s there. Would she end up bereft?

She cautiously strolled in to the bar. Unbelievably who did she see? There sat Bobby having a drink at the bar. He asked with a gasp, “How on earth did you find me?”

She replied in a whisper as she leaned in to kiss him, “A little bird told me”

Part 4

When you’re happy twenty years go by fast. Such the case for Bobby and Kay. Retired for a while with enough money to last, they often go to the city by the bay.

Memories there so pure as they run through their minds as they walk hand in hand. Back to that schoolyard where life was just fun and a valentine was searching a heart to command.

Who can forget the bird and his role?His wisdom to Kay he often did speak. He knew that her heart had big hole. He’d talk to her gently with only his beak.

It’s almost a joke between Bobby and Kay if she mentions she likes an item she sees. Next thing you know, it’s hers in a day. “How did you know?” she asks. With a smile Bobby says, “A little bird told me.”

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Holiday

About the Creator

Tom Farrow

A retired truck driver writing poetry that rolled around in my head for many years.

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