My Soulmate With Wings ebook
My Soulmate With Wings
For my Sammers
By Joanne Olivieri
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© 2022 Joanne Olivieri
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Photos by Author.
For my baby boy beeper
Sammers
12/18/1999
To
3/6/2022
Sammers on my shoulders
For my Sammers. As a child my family and I would visit the lake every Sunday and feed the ducks. It was my favorite activity while growing up. My Mom was a bird lover and I inherited that love for birds from her. We always had canaries as pets and the occasional bunny and hamster. When I moved from my childhood home and was working in retail full time with crazy hours, although I wanted a bird, I never felt I had enough time to devote to a pet. A few years ago my health took a turn for the worst and I became disabled and homebound. I decided to take an early retirement and look for a feathered companion of my own. I spent three days scouring Craigslist and and found my precious boy. I callled the owner, worked out the details and two days later he came to live with me. At a time when I felt my life was falling apart, he brought me comfort, hope, happiness, joy and unconditional love. I was blessed each day with a little slice of heaven right here on earth that I call my Sammers. I love you my baby boy beeper
A poem for my Sammers
By Joanne Olivieri
What do you see?
My little guy
When seeing the sunrise
Outside the window
Hearing birds calling
And butterflies flitting
Amongst the flowers.
What do you see?
My little guy
When dreaming at twilight
Through dull shadows
Seeing green forests
And gallant trees
Amongst natures path.
What do you feel?
My little guy
When playtime begins
From dawn till dusk
Hearing beautiful melodies
And jazzy beats
Dancing and singing.
I hope you feel
The love I hold
In my heart
For you.
Without Words
my huckleberry friend
Your eyes speak
poetic eloquence
without words.
Your chirps embrace
tender heartstrings
without words
Your soul envelops
unconditional love
without words
Without words, your soft
feathers encompass my
heart and soul.
I love you, my Sammers
My Pen Buried In Tears
I can no longer write, my pen buried in tears erasing my words, my heart bursting with love to give yet you are not here.
I can only hold onto memories of happy and beautiful moments we had together and hope you are as joyous as you made me feel when we were together, my soulmate with wings.
A Heartfelt Thank You Tribute to my Sammers.
You left me two weeks ago taking your last breath in my hands. My world came crumbling down and my heart broke in so many pieces that I dont know if it can ever be repaired.
Even though you are physically gone, your spirit lives on and is still teaching me about life and loving without conditions.
My little sweet tap man, I thank you from my entire heart and soul for being the sweetest and most caring soul I have ever known.
I love you my Sammers
a twinkle in your eyes
music plays your heart and soul
bird song duet
My baby boy beeper
You brought me hope
When I gave up
You helped me find myself
When I was lost
You brought me smiles
When I shed tears
You gave me life
When I felt dead
You give me
unconditional love
When I didn’t love myself
And I hope you know
You are my heart and soul,
My world.
I love you sweetheart.
Happy Birthday to my sweet boy, Sammers. He is 22 years old today. I got him from his original owner in 2017 when she no longer had enough time to spend with him. I always loved birds and had them along with bunnies, hamsters and guinea pigs while growing up. He came to live with me when I became disabled and retired so that I could spend time with him 24/7. He is my constant companion. He wakes me up at dawn each morning with either a song or wolf whistle.
We both love music and have it on every waking moment of the day. We sing and dance together, we eat together and play with his toys together. I’m trying to teach him to play his little drum and xylophone.
He has shown me the true meaning of unconditional love. As humans we live our lives thinking at times that we do have unconditional love for others but in reality we really do not. Relationships almost always hinge on expectations. In the human to animal world, there is only love exchanged unconditionally.
I'm Afraid
I’ve been battling severe health issues for over five years now and am currently disabled and homebound. When I became a shut in I adopted my Sammers from a woman who had him all his life, he’s twenty two years old now, but no longer had time for him.
He has become my constant companion and I am deathly afraid that I will pass away leaving him alone. I’m not afraid of dying myself, I’m just afraid he will be left alone.
He cannot really fly as his wings had been cut by his previous owner so when he attempts a flight he will fall to the ground. I constructed a huge play area for him in my living room so he could roam, sing and play all day. I call myself his servant because my priorities each day are centered around taking care of him.
When I’m doing dishes or cooking in the kitchen or taking a shower he will stand atop his cage and call for me. I always assure him I’ll never leave him. That’s a promise to him I don’t want broken and why I am so afraid to die.
He needs me and I need him.
My feathered rockstar awakens at dawn
serenading me in bird land songs.
Daylight debuts a warm hug around my heart
feeding and getting him ready for a day at play.
For you SammersMy baby boy beeper
You brought me hope
When I gave up
You helped me find myself
When I was lost
You brought me smiles
When I shed tears
You gave me life
When I felt dead
You give me
unconditional love
When I didn't love myself
And I hope you know
You are my heart and soul,
My world.
Speaking with Heart
For my Sammers
Speaking each morning
I look into your eyes
As you chirp and beep
And I understand
With my heart
Without words.
You watch me
Each morning
Speaking, blowing kisses
I know you understand
With your heart
Without words.
We feel with heart and understand with love
Without words
Unconditionally
Singing and Dancing
For my Sammers
We sing
Me off key
You in chirping cadence
We dance
Me holding on
You bobbing your head
Bebop souls
Enjoying the moment
Without words.
Awakening
Waking up
Each morning
To your special song,
Your wolf whistling,
Your birdie talk
Fills each moment
Of each day
With unending joy
And happiness.
Grateful to be alive,
Thankful for you
And my life.
To Mama
Sammers Speaks
I bite when you touch my millet and treats
I poop all over you and everywhere else
I make a mess with my food and water
But you let me bite and poop and make a mess
and you still take care of me and give me kisses.
I love you too, Nana.
I’m a beat poet
birdie beat boxin' rhymer
chirpin' on a beat.
Your Last Breath
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You took your last breath in my hand and in that last moment my heart drowned sobbing a sea of tears.
At that moment, I cried "dont leave me" I told you I loved you and you closed your sweet precious eyes and flew over the rainbow bridge.
At that moment you had a beautiful sense of peace on your face and I felt it throughout my entire soul. I kissed you for the last time wishing I could fly away with you through clear blue skies.
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My sweet boy died on March 6th after experiencing a massive epileptic seizure. He was 22 years old and lived a long and happy life. He loved music and we would dance together all the time. He had a little drum and xylophone that he would tap. In fact he tapped on all of his toys and he had many. He liked the sound of the beat.
He loved Cheerios as a treat and I would hand feed him a couple of them each morning. One of his favorite activities was to go inside a cereal box and sing to it. I saved all my cereal boxes for his play area.
I would awaken to his song each morning at sunrise. It was sheer joy to wake up to my boy singing. Sometimes he would wolf whistle. I'd laugh hysterically. He constantly made me laugh. He had his own sweet personality and he was a very caring little bird. He had the sweetest twinkle in his eyes. He was a charmer.
He was also a little fighter and a brave boy. He always fought through his seizures. He was not in pain of which I am thankful.
We were together 24/7 and we knew and understood each other. He taught me the true meaning of unconditional love. It's funny because I've never experienced unconditional love with any human except for my Mom.
It has only been a few days yet I still feel his presence and I still talk to him. He will always have my heart and I will love him forever.
Love
speaks in silence
the unconditional
stanzaic interlude
between heart and soul.
Never wanting
always waiting
to give freely
and openly.
Love
does not see color
nor stereotypical
ego branded persona.
As spirit seer
pure love
accepts all
with understanding
and patience.
Love
hears beyond sound
soft whispers
of heartstrings
playing in rhythm
the quiet song -
a deafening simplicity
defining uniqueness
to authentic self.
Love
tastes the sweet n sour
of daily imperfections
savoring the bitter
with the sweet.
The perfect blend
providing nourishment
for the heart
digesting the mix.
Love
smells indifference
and recoils at the
nauseous self righteous
stench of the arrogant
yet embraces the
empowering odor
of forgiveness -
a scent of healing.
Love
touches softly
hearts who hear,
minds who see,
spirits who know
the freedom to give
inherent deep within
our soul
without expectation.
Joanne has been writing for 50 years. She is a published author, poet and photographer. Her works have appeared in numerous in print and online publications such as The Parnassus Literary Journal, Westward Quarterly,
The San Diego Arts and Poets Magazine, Nomads Choir, SP Quill, just to name a few. Her photography has been published in the San Francisco Botanical Gardens website and printed materials.
She was awarded a round-trip ticket to Hong Kong in 2007 by Cathay Pacific Airways for her winning entry in their poetry contest.
Joanne is the founder and editor of Yasou A Celebration of Life Ezine, Stanzaic Stylings Literary Ezine, Artique and Delicious Delights. She is an Editor and weekly prompt creator for Promptly Written publication on Medium.
Joanne enjoys reading, writing, collecting old poetry books, live music
concerts, roaming art galleries and museums, leisurely lunches with
friends in diners and getting out in nature with her camera
Websites and blog.
Website http://jodapoet.medium.com
Blog includes Sammers page with more photos and links to his YouTube page
http://poeticshutterbug.blogspot.com/p/sammers-cockatiel.html
Thank you.
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