Bittersweet Sparrow Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

It was a bittersweet time
O, bittersweet mornings
A bittersweet sparrow would come out before six a.m
Perched herself on my leg, moved up my right shoulder, and sat smoking a cigarette
It was a bittersweet moment when she would remain
With her feathery, cotton wings rubbed and relaxed my tight skin
Years before, I believed I was lame
Thanks to the bitterweet sparrow, I never felt the same
I too, am a bitterweet sparrow
She left a mark on my neck that I shall never forget
O, there is nothing bittersweet about having to say goodbye
When she flew away, I could have cried
I watched her as she perched herself upon someone else's right shoulder
Nothing for me to do but sigh
Thanks to the one who believed- the bittersweet sparrow, who healed me of all of my sorrows
I am stronger, bolder, and more acute
So on these ordinary days, I look back on everything she was
I still say, I am a bittersweet sparrow, too