Bird's Nest

Poetry

A tree rocks a home where a young soul rests.

Days pass, and the young one learns to walk.

The mother's heart beats with joy as her little one begins to talk.

As her young one becomes older and stronger, mother feels sentiment within her breasts.

Her golden eyes wale with tears with the thought of her little one leaving the nest.

Mother's days with her young one in the nest begin to hasten; loneliness begins to stalk.

And dark clouds begin to flock.

But mother still smiles with glee at the sight of her young one pursuing her own nest.

She untied her apron strings.

And wiped her tears.

She knows I'm ready to test my wings

and achieve gallant things.

I take flight as she cheers.

From my mother's nest, reassurance sings.