The strength of Motherhood

A Mother bird forages for food as she 

flies through meadows and lofty woods...  

along bubbling brooks where mushrooms grow 

in warm sunny spots on dampened moss... 

High in a Sycamore tree there is a nest where 

five wee beeks are open wide waiting for 

a delicious worm that was born to nourish  

fledglings and even to catch a sunfish on a 

string and a pole where time was spent at 

a water hole where little boy blue and a 

pink bonnet girl gathered their dreams in a 

wicker basket full of sunflower seeds for 

busy Mother birds with hungry fledglings... 

Reviews

[AJNJ]

This is a truly beautiful world and I sit here reading it again and again, taking in a mother's universal quest among bubbling brooks and sycamore trees. The pink and blue clad cherubs giving a helping hand to nature. Your words renew the reader's faith on the earth and it's myriad of creatures...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest AJ... you read my poem as a Renaissance man who has heard a choir of cherubs singing of new birth and rich earth to grow and sustain our way of life. Your reviews are so deep and touching. gently, Pat

[Neville]

......................................what a lovely feeling trails in the wake of the reading .. wholesome and beautifully fully fledged :)

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely way to show the strength of motherhood; Birds are so delicate it is an excellent choice. You show the care and closeness of motherhood, making sure her young ones are fed and are cuddled in the same way we, as humans, take care of our newborns...and as they grow and can be on their own. You always pick the very best vivid words to show your readers.
Great! Best, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Betty... your review warms my heart. My Mother raised Parakeets and my young years embraced the closeness of feathered friends as they would sit in my shoulder and would repeat phrases I would say to them, such as, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year; I love you and Whatcha
doin... They birthed their babies in Wooden Boxes and raised them in our home. We found homes for them. So I was mesmerized years ago. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

We had a parakeet too when I was young, but the dining room window was left open and he flew out, broke my heart...

[lightsong]

motherhood warmth and power flow through Your gentle expressions, the closing was like a dream under the warming sun... You leave our hearts with so much joy, Thank You for the treat dear lovely Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Light Song.. I adore your review and wish you feathered holidays and birdsong.
tenderly, Pat

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So wonderful, a mother is always a mother with open arms and a caring heart to embrace and nourish her children. Be it mother nature or mother bird. Your poem's beauty lies in the fact that a mother is relentlessly doing her job with so much affection... A brook, mosses or mushrooms or a sycamore tree all are the blessings of that mother earth....

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dreamer... I love your charming review.
It seems that our feathered friends are very diligent
in caring for their fledglings. The Mother instinct is
a blessing for all Creatures. We can take a clue from nature to gather seeds for longevity. gently, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Nice how each little animal or bird has its place and hat's off to the mothers, they do a great job.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... even fathers do their share... thank you for leaving heart prints in my page

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. I love the wonders of nature. I pay attention to the birds. When the birds are quiet and hiding. Bad weather is coming. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... I love the colorful birds and often wonder where they take shelter with feathers touching for warmth... like
Kittens cuddled together. Each Bird so intricately made like a precision clock that
Has a little heart. Wishing you warm days and sunshine rays 🌞 gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Birds are more wise than we believe and you are welcome dear Pat.

[Lorry]

Breakfast made from scratch and delivered, all without the aid of an app, and they even spend the day teaching, informing and entertaining even their human audience in poetic song. I’m just glad I’m not the worm in this scenario Pat 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

Lorry dear... if you were in my poem, you would be a Whippoorwill singing a lovely song... and the birdies would fall asleep after their tasty meal. We always enjoy your background music when you dance in time with the rhyme. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love how nature and its flow opens upvto us . Then we travel along with the busy little bird only to find children busy playing, play with purpose.

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Cherrie... 💕 love your expression... when we travel along with the busy bird.... hope you are safe and well. Winter is frosting it’s way to us... must catch up on your writing. gently. Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes last week everyday was 75 or better, but the last two nights have been in the 30's

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is so much hunger in the world, so many mothers doing everything possible to feed their young.
We use a worm to catch fish, we dangle this little morsel in front of them, then trap them.
I think our politicians fish for votes, among the poorer people, promising worms, and then just hooking them....under false pretenses.
Mothers protect...politicians neglect.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Professor ... your last line got me with your sassy feathered Lure.. Is there a “Cure” for the lines stuck in the “main stream” ? Mother Earth still has it’s Seasons and we dress accordingly. It was endearing to watch the Celebration for the Veterans yesterday at the Tomb of the unknown Soldier and the laying of the Wreath to thank our fallen for their Service. Love 💕 your Visit and Wisdom. Amen, Pat

[barleygirl]

Human parents do a whole bunch for their offspring, but nothing beats the way birds parent! I love watching the various nature documentaries showing how damn selfless bird parenting is. I have a DVD of snowy owls, with mom fending off polar bears from her ground-level nest & dad flying miles to find fresh rodents by the hundreds every day! If this is what it takes to parent, then I'm not cut out for it! No wonder I never wanted to become a parent. Your title sums it up perfectly (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... I have often observed that not everyone needs to be a Parent... more birth control needs to be passed out for free all over the World.... especially in the Age of Aquarious we now are experiencing. In the Sky. The beauty and minds of some should be like a Book that we Cherish. You are one of these Treasures. Always 💕 love your visits. gently, Pat