Sunday, April 2, 2017

Baby Birds

I want her to remember how I let
the grapevines grow wild for robins
and called her outside to see the nest
full of delicate blue.
I want her to remember that I was kind
those brittle, black-boned mornings
and how we held each other and cheered
for each baby bird as it flew.

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

24 comments:

Fireblossom said...

This is really beautiful.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--I agree with Shay. The phrase "full of delicate blue" is especially beautiful.

Mary said...

This image is beautiful & touching!

brudberg said...

I think this is what a child need to see. What a grown up need.

angieinspired said...

beautiful and delicate. are the 'i' and 'how' transposed in the first line? my brain switches it

Kerry O'Connor said...

How could she forget?

angieinspired said...

deft and swift are you...or you are

Cara said...

This is fantastic, Kell. I love it!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

She will always remember! What a tender moment, captured!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such a poignant moment--your ability to capture so much emotion in a few words, an image, is always striking

grapeling said...

just wonderful, MZ ~

Magaly Guerrero said...

Memories that hold this much passion can't be forgotten.

indybev said...

She will remember, and speak of it when you are gone. Our legacy is moments such as this. Beautiful write!

R.K. Garon said...

Beautiful.
ZQ

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is sooo beautiful, MZ ❤️

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes, that would be a lovely way to be remembered - especially by her.

ayala said...

She will remember. Beautiful!

Susan said...

Whether parent to child or child to parent--or any other relationship that time interrupts--this poem will be like a scent in a handkerchief, reminding of kindness, hope and love.

paulscribbles said...

exsquisite

Susan Anderson said...

Yes, there is nothing like making those wonderful moments of memory. Lovely.

Outlawyer said...

Terrifically sweet. k.

Therisa's World said...

There's something awe-inspiring, in watching life, around us, whether, it's a nest of young Robins learning to fly and leave the nest or seeing life, the wondrous eyes of children.

Susie Clevenger said...

She won't forget... beautiful

C.C. said...

I love your inclusion of the word "brittle"--it stands in such stark contrast to the picture of the unbreakable bond and strong memories being created in these moments between the two of you and the baby birds.