On the Wings of An Owl

I forgot who I wrote this for but it was for a female friend

Every daughter inspires to be like their mother as they share wonderful qualities                      

They're both beautiful inside and out and knows how to set your heart at ease                        

Learning each and every day and gaining the advice she will need as she grows                                                             And at night she'll hear the hoot of an owl and she teaches what she already knows

"Some believe that an owl is a loved one sent back to watch over our lives                                    

It's like God's way of sending an angel, since He can't spare many at night                                  

It's like they are our feathery guardians who are constantly on the prowl  

And we can send all of our wishes and dreams on the wings of an owl"

Well there may be something mystical or magical about these unique birds                   

Because I was simply captivated and mesmerized by all of my mother's words                         

From how they turn their head and their keen eyesight to their affiliation at night                            

I know that from now on if I happen to hear one; that everything will be alright

I often thought about the things that I would say as I would lie there upon my bed                  

What kind of message do I want to send? Would be stirring around in my head                            

I would open up a window from time to time and catch a glimpse if I had the chance                 

But by the time I would respond and make it there; there's only an empty branch

Now here I am and I am my own woman with several daughters of my own                                   

I can share with them this story and they can continue it once they are grown                           

I can tell them about their grandmother and the woman that she was to me                            

And when they look back with such love; I am someone they both strive to be

They can believe in whatever they want, for on my wall are many crosses too                   

There's just nothing wrong with having a little faith, as He watches over you                             

And as they clinch tight their little hands and kneel by their bedside to pray                                  

 I would often think of that old barn owl that would carry all of my feelings away

I couldn't be more happier and I know my heart will eventually feel some peace                            

As I find new adventures each day with my children and that's where I can release

And thought I don't want them to see me cry as my tears soak up tissues and towels    

Well I carry on and try to remain strong as my issues get taken on the wings of an owl.

Written by: James W. Mckay

 16-21-21

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear James McKay,
Your poem Wings of An Owl really captivates
Some of your prose is alluding,
please forgive me, but you need to work on the writ,
I would love to hear more self-involving
----1809 Black Plague December,