I watch the mother feed
her fledgling bird
who sits beak wide
with flapping wings…I was
that fledgling once.
The mother feeds the
eager little mouth,
Time and Again.
I was that mother once.
The fledglings flies the nest.
I was that fledgling once…
I flew away to make
my way in life.
The mother is alone.
She solo sits within her
feathered bed.
So many hours she had spent
to gather twigs and moss
to make that nest..
I was that mother once.
I was that mother
in a former life.
Kristine Byrne 23rd Sept. 2018