Meditation 43
Where have the birds gone
A young boy asks his father
On a winter day
They have migrated
Off to warmer horizons
The father answers
But will they come back
The boy begins to cry now
For he misses them
Some will return Son
The father reassures him
Some stay forever
The boy wipes his tears
What about mother he says
Sadly sniffling
She is gone for good
The father breaks down now too
He knows it was him
