The very fact you are there by her side is not a failure, all i hear is love.
I do think Kassy has hit the nail on the spot, Pied. All I hear is love too.
I've been looking for a poem about robins for you, Pied as I have a book called The Poetry of Birds at home, but there is only one poem there specifically about the robin and believe it or not, it's rather gruesome. Emily Dickenson wrote a lot of poems about robins, but her American robins are rather different from the UK ones.
( 'He has the punctuality
Of the New England Farmer –
The same oblique integrity,')
However, this next poem of hers 'Hope is the thing with feathers' is also supposed to be about a robin.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops — at all –
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.'
