Small fragile wings
Covered with feathers brand new.
Unfold, stretch, and flap
As if ready for flight.
Stay little bird
Safe and warm in the nest,
Under the protection
Of mother’s wings.
Wait little bird
One day you’ll be ready.
Your eyes will see,
Beyond today’s vision.
You will soar
Above forests, fields, and mountains
Then perhaps you will return
Only to discover
I have flown the nest as well.
Margaretha Wiebe said,
June 14, 2008 at 3:23 pm
i think I should comment that the day after I wrote this poem, the birds flew away. I was sad and happy at the same time to see them go.
storyofsue said,
September 5, 2008 at 10:51 pm
Margaret, it’s a beautiful poem. I stumbled on to your blog site because of my little robin story. Stay well.