Birdsong posts herewith two more poems written by his daughter Krystal. Krystal passed into the Lord’s hands on September 20, 2008.
Life recycles life.
One begins while another is only half lived, dead.
New friends and old relationships blossom and become one.
Krystal Birdsong 9/4/01
She slowly waves her soft, silken robe across the sky putting the world to sleep.
The stars, stretching, yawning, sleepy-eyed, steadily come out to play.
Now out to show their glory they dance and laugh as if no one were watching.
These angels, so pure and true will do nothing to stop the cheers of the people as they bounce off into the night.
Krystal Birdsong 4/1/00