“Mama was a bird…”

Today Art, Lewis and I took a walk around the block and Art told me the most beautiful story.  Man!  Did I wish I had a tape recorder, or a piece of paper or a phone or anything that I could use to record what he said. 

He saw a robin and talked about how the robin was getting food to take into the tree and give to Mama.  I wish I could remember it better, but he said something else about flying in the sky and going in the tree.  Then he said, "When Mama was a little bird she could fly in the sky….  I want to fly… in the sky."  Oh, it was so lovely.