Life UPROOTED

Motherhood is so bittersweet in its beauty

Hanging leaves from these branches soon i will have to shed you ..

As seasons change winter spring ..  fall and who will catch  you.
  Summer lives in your hue.

Rooted in your aura feeling immortal.
Yielding suns as I grew...
Hanging leaves from my branches askew .

I anew..

Author's Note

Every bird muat leave the nest.