Mother Bluebird

Empty nesting is tough for Mother Bluebirds

Mother Bluebird

 

 

Mother Bluebird how you sing,

the song is worn,

the baby birds have heard,

to the tune they cling.

 

Your willingness to fly,

far and wide,

bring home the worm,

nestle them warm,

never about pride.

 

Mother Bluebird, how you fly,

little birdies watched,

they learned and knew,

what mama did, they could do too.

 

Your ability to teach,

your willingness to protect,

filling in the straw of their nests,

never long out of reach,

back again with another insect.

 

Will you still sing,

Mother Bluebird, oh when they fly,

over the edge they go,

the moment puts you in free fall,

but remember and know,

you taught them well.

 

Mother Bluebird look and see

they fly so beautiful,

wings spread against the sunset,

is there any greater contentment,

they are able ride the wind until,

they find their own places to be.

 

Yes Mother Bluebird,

you will sing on,

babies may have flown,

but with the lessons you have shown,

they will make babies of their own

and you will get to sing to little ones,

part of you but not our own.