You dominate the nest, the grass the sky,
Mother you, dominate the love, the tenderness, the care
as feathers rustle and high chirps are heard,
three little birds, just hatched from the egg -
hold their mouths open, eyes still shut
their barely feathered back, comfortable
in the home you forged.
Stick by stick, and hair by hair
you lay the foundation, to the relationship
we now share, through mother and daughter -
a bond sealed by, cross-lying branches
and tangled twigs.
Dangling from your thin, motherly beak
a soft pink worm; a fresh morning catch,
which you place slowly into our awaiting
mouths.
You feed us; and nurture us;
without any complaint-
just a bright spark, sitting upon your
eyes, one of warmth and one of love
for your sweet children.
Every day, your beautiful feathers
so warm with love, and tenderness -
sit by our cold, featherless bodies
as we grow, and we learn.
You teach us, to fan our wings
before we hit the grass
to hid beneath the willow
when the sky cracks and wetens-
Yet the only thing you haven't taught us
is how to love – for your love,
of a motherly type
has taught us all, without any words -
without any scorn, prick or poke
you have taught us – and we have learned
what this love is – this single bond
between mother and daughter,
and mother and son,
'tis the purest of all -
and one that cannot be forgotten.
Author notes
This is a poem to my mother
In a list
Be honest here.
Comments
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I enjoyed it
Nice tribute to all mothers. The bird comparisons especially the nest and feeding were excellent. Good job.
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great one , HEN
many blessin
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