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Little Bird

 

 

 


I caught a little bird, took it in for nurturing and care,
for this little bird my love grew beyond compare,
too strongly, perhaps, due to the bonds we shared,
that it could fly away was a thought I could not, would not, dare.

 

Now my little bird is ready to fly from this nest,
happy I should be, yet my heart’s an utter mess
to see it fly away, even if so naturally and free
It has simply grown beyond this ancient nest and me.

 

Oh, why does my foolish heart clutch ever to the past?
It does not willingly part, and  will not easily rest
with what inevitably must come, and what inevitably must pass
throughout all of nature. Why my little bird? I dimly ask.

 

This nest has served it purpose, I realize- all little birds must fly,
so spread your wings, little bird, fly away from me. Fly!
Life seems ever filled with new trials for us,

like a little bird and nest, so hard to let go, but let go I must.

 

 

 

 

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not nearly as heart-rending as it really is... but that's all I could muster!
Written September 22nd, 2005

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  • Candy6
    April 27, 2007

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    wonderful poem...no offense this could be like a short story. But I love your poems....heartfelt to read.


  • cloven gold member
    November 2, 2005
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    well i wanted to start reading your work, and i didnt know where to begin, im glad i started with this, very well done


  • Watuwant silver member
    September 28, 2005
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    I haven't come to this point yet, since my two kids are only 4 & 2 years old. My stepchildren, 16 & 15, are getting close, however. Sigh...
    The times they do a change, do they not? In many ways, it must also be quite a thrill to watch your little bird fly on its own, knowing you did the best you could and now the bird will make its own way. What a great testament to our continuity, huh!
    peace
    doug


  • Lyrical Soul silver member
    September 25, 2005
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    Ummm....no My twins are people 17 year old twin girls.


  • wbiro gold member
    September 25, 2005
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    thanks for the comment and wisdom, Mr. sidewinder!


  • wbiro gold member
    September 25, 2005
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    Well, considering 'Robin's Roost', something tells me your twins are actual birds, Ms. Lyrical Soul! Thanks for leaving a comment!


  • Lyrical Soul silver member
    September 25, 2005
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    Ohhhhhh, you must have one leaving the nest too. I have a set of twins who will be leaving my nest next year and I'm already upset about that You are right, there aren't enough heartwrenching words to describe the feeling is there? Your poem came close to it though Well done!

    ~Lyrical


  • sidewinder silver member
    September 24, 2005
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    there is an old saying...
    if you let one go and they come back it was meant to be... if not then it never was!
    sometimes some must simply follow their own paths in life.
    keep penning on one stroke at a time!
    Bill


  • HeavenScent4U
    September 23, 2005
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    Wayne, I know what you're feeling here Babe. God, to have to let them fly on their own is sometimes one of the hardest things to do but it's something that has to be done.

    Just let this little one fly but let it know that when it's wings grow weary and they need a place to rest, your wings will be open to receive them. I have written a couple of poems like this. Please read my 3 Dove poems, I too have wrestled with this. They always come home Babe, remember that


  • SexyAngel0418
    September 23, 2005
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    aww... This is really sweet... I don't know what it feels like being the person letting the child fly solo but I know what it's like being the child...

    Hugs,
    Beth


  • wbiro gold member
    September 23, 2005
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    Thank you, Zonia, for the comment... yes, you would make a fine critical critiquer!


  • Anna Emkah
    September 23, 2005
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    I don't know what you are refering too in this poem. Could be really a little bird, but my mind also went to a child that has become grown up and leaves the house to have a living of him/her own or even a broken relationship, of which your wife is leaving the house. Could be anything, which makes this poem really interesting. Very well done.
    Am I qualified now for your critical group Wayne? lol.
    Anna.


  • wbiro gold member
    September 22, 2005
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    thank you, mum! Having a 'nest' here adds a new dimemsion to life!

    Edited on Sep 23, 9:02 because ''.


  • Touchof1der silver member
    September 22, 2005
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    My most precious son of my heart... it's true that sometimes we have to let go of those we hold dear and let them fly solo for a while. There is a reason and purpose for everything and with each new phase of life comes a new learning experience and new journeys and new discoveries... for you and for them! You did a beautiful job here Wayne.
    ♥ Touchof1der


  • wbiro gold member
    September 22, 2005
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    Yorkie! Awe, that's both sad and great, suseann, that you're heart is that big! My poem was actually a metaphorical piece on the possibility of losing an AP daughter! lol ouch!


  • suseann
    September 22, 2005
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    It does weep of sadness.I too became extreamly attached to my Yorkie Mix of 21 years.He was very ill,and had to put a stop to his pain 6 weeks ago.This along with many things gets my heart to breaking point again.Heart wrenching it is!Touching work.~~Suseann


  • Night Hope gold member
    September 22, 2005
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    '...Oh, why does my foolish heart clutch ever to the past?
    It does not willingly part, and cannot easily rest
    with what inevitably must come, and what inevitably must pass
    throughout all of nature. Why my little bird, I dimly ask?

    This nest has served it purpose, I realize- this little bird must fly.
    Spread your beautiful wings, little bird, fly away from me. Fly!
    Life seems ever filled with new sources of heartache for us,
    here, a loved one leaves the nest, it’s hard to let go, but I know I must.'

    Awww...this is pitiful, Wayne..sooooooo sad...{sniffles} Why, you ask??? 'Cause birdies gots wings & they gotsta use 'em...there's thermals waitin' with their name on 'em...fly high, lil' birdie...& Wayne??? Birdies always know where Home is... Wanda

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