Mother Robin

A mother robin loses her chick.

"My baby! My baby!" Mother Robin cries,

She looks for her chick as she swoops through the skies.

"Oh where is she now? Has she fallen from the nest?

I am sure she is not well; I am sure she is not well!"

Yes, little Mother Robin knew her baby had fell.

She flies and she flies through the big blue skies,

Looking for her baby, but it is no use, for the chick has died.

Indeed, she lives no more:

She fell into the river,

Drowned!

And is now washed ashore.

Mother Robin spies a red breast!

It belongs to her baby who fell out of the nest.

Mother Robin cries for her chick,

And does not eat for days,

She is oh so sad in oh so many ways.

Then, in despair, she falls into eternal sleep,

That was the last time that Mother Robin would ever weep.

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was eleven, and I just wanted to put it out there because I'm flipping through my old poem book and I just thought of it.
I'm open for negative comments.

Reviews

[alan khan]

this was at eleven. this gives off more feeling and shows more talent than a lot of the other crap on this site. i enjoyed it.

[Faceless Love]

I like the imagery. You had skill at eleven. Great story.

[briannaxbizzare]

it sucks haha jk I didnt read it

[Ian Faraway]

I love the desperation and sadness switch in the middle. It is sad that chicks die and mothers live, I wonder if they feel anything when it happens? Anyway, great poem!

[Marshall Hanson]

I Really don't have any negative comments. It's hard to believe you wrote this at eleven. I love the imagery, you can feel the emotion of the robin. I think it was a very good write can't wait to read more.