She can Fly

This momma bird

sings a sad song 

this morning

her nest

a silent 

empty

space

There she goes

flying high

above clouds

and foreign lands

back to learning

and becoming

and growing

her own wings

that no longer 

fit in this nest

The momma bird

pecks at the

empty spot 

examines the tidbits

left behind

the scraps

unecessary for 

the journey

but the lifeless quality

of the tags and bags and boxes

saddens her

she will repair the nest

tomorrow

today is too soon

she needs to linger

to mourn

come to terms

once more with the

loss and grief she feels

She tilts her head up

but her eagle eye

cannot see

through the heavy clouds

that suit her heavy heart

this morning

Farewell and see you soon

are no consolation

are unable

to stop the tears that fall

mother's tears

a salty concoction of 

sorrow and pain

laughter and joy

and shared genes

Worry not

chirp the other birds

She will find her new flock again

like she has before

her wings stronger each time

she leaves this nest

The momma bird shivers

ruffles her feathers

composes herself now

There is work to do

food to gather

but not before she

sings a love song

releasing it up into the sky

for her baby bird

a sweet collection of notes

to carry her and support her

and catch her when she falls

and lift her to heights

she is yet to climb

assuring her how far she can soar

How far she will