Mama Bird

by | Sunday, April 26, 2020 | Relationship | 3 comments

She roosted her nest under a ledge on my front porch.  
I hope we can become friends.
But she is afraid.

I speak to her softly in a high pitched voice.
Yet she flies away…

How magical it would be if she had her babies on that ledge.
But whatever happens, I understand.
We are who we are…

I pray she and her babies fend well.
Yet I understand that I may never know.
Love is like that…

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3 Comments

  1. Adrienne on April 27, 2020 at 12:19 am

    Love is like that…

    I hope she and her babies are well.

  2. Mary on April 27, 2020 at 7:26 pm

    I remember you telling us in class once that no drop of love is ever wasted . . .

  3. Elaine on April 28, 2020 at 2:49 pm

    Thank you