My Mother's Necklace

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The silver necklace

with the pendant of a bird,

in metal of grey,

its wings chained,

unable to fly away.

My mother's necklace, unable to reach the sky

my mother's favorite necklace,

was left behind.

She left, she's not coming back

unlike the bird,

away she flew,

took her freedom

and gave it to the sky blue.

She lives among the stars,

among the rain and the rustling leaves,

among the clouds and the tops of trees,

my mother left,

but her bird stayed.

I pick up the necklace

holding it by the chain,

and I look at the bird,

watch it twitch its wings,

and struggle to open it's beak and sing.

This necklace was her favorite,

and she didn't set it free,

now I know it's what I must do,

even though it's my only memory.

I open the window,

covered by flowing white curtains,

to the pouring rain,

I hold the bird in my hand,

and whisper to it my plan.

It nods fervently,

pulling on it's chains,

it wants to join my mother,

be one with the sky and the rain.

I start the lullaby,

she once sang to me,

my voice rings out,

setting the bird free:

Little bird, little bird

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

Little bird, little bird,

please fly away,

you surely deserve better than me,

little bird, little bird,

Snow white feathers,

float down,

little bird, little bird,

let your sweet voice sound.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

As the last note leaves my lips,

I feel my mother's goodnight kiss,

and the silver chain melts away,

leaving a silver bird on the windowsill,

standing very still.

The bird slowly lifts his wings

and he faces the window,

the rain falls from the sky,

the same way tears fall from my eyes,

and then he bursts into song,

and flies.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

I sing once more,

as I leap out the window,

the only thing I ask for,

is that I don't fly,

but reach the sky

in the way my mother did:

to die.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies...

Little bird, little bird,

spread your broken wings and fall,

little bird, little bird,

let out the crows' call.

Little bird, little bird,

I love you so.

Little bird, little bird.

Let go.

Little bird, little bird,

please follow me,

little bird, little bird,

be free...

Author's Note

So today was wearing a necklace and the charm is a bird and some branches and I was randomly wondering how the bird felt (because I still think inanimate objects have feelings :P I've always wanted o write a book about a human, but written from the perspective of the non-living things around her, anyway...) and so I got the idea. But it was COMPLETELY different, but I'm so happy how it came out.
So, in your reviews if you could give me a summary of what you think happened, or the deeper meaning or whatever, and if you want to know what I thought, say that too and I'll message you.
I also made a tune to the song :D

Reviews

[Lumière Dé..]

You percieve things in the weirdest ways and by God does it pay off. How the hell do you come up with these ideas. I'll just say that I thought this poem had a lovely flow and scheme but above that the story and it's history behind it was very touching. Letting go of the last memory of someone you loved dearly is a very hard thing to do

[Archia]

That's so sad. So the way I see it is that the daughter killed herself because she wanted to be with her mother. Is there something more? I really liked the story in it and the use of the lullaby was really nicely done. There were however some stanzas that to me fell a little flat. They had no flow, and was almost just like a full sentence broken up a bit. Like this one. "I open the window,/ covered by flowing white curtains..." It didn't have a flow to it. I think it's really the "covered by flowing white curtains" It was descriptive but it didn't need description like that. I see this poem as more about the emotions than the actual scene. Her exact actions aren't entirely necessary. So I think it needs a little less description to keep with the flow.
Saying that, there were some stanzas that worked really nicely, and had a really nice flow. Like this one, "She left, she's not coming back/ unlike the bird..." That once was really nicely done.
So, nice poem, there were some stanzas that fell flat but the emotion and meaning in it was great.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. The gift we hold precious are very important. I like the use of the necklace to create a powerful vision of memories and hope. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Owlgirl]

Amazing, it's like you truly went inside it's mindset. Emotional and powerful, sensitive and delicate yet strong and broken, yet happy. Truly the bittersweet flavoring, amazingly well done.

[allie_arrowz]

Very beautiful. My new favorite of yours. I'd say write more like this...about objects connecting to deeper meanings.

[Katie Flores]

wow :) one thing... In the first stanza, maybe instead of "with the pendant of a bird" , "holds a little bird," . other thank that.....
Damn girl. this was great. I really like how it thought it was going in one direction and the *BAM* now we're going somewhere else. The sentiments brought out made me think of my own mother. she isn't dead, and I live under her roof (just turned 18) but she flew away from me and made me grow up very long ago. because sometimes, even when you interact with a person alot, it doesn't mean you have them near.

[R.A. Youngblood]

This is so emotional, spiritual, deep and kinda sad in the begging to me. But i really like it! Yeah, you should make a song of this, i think it'll be great! You're very talented, and never stop writing! In so many ways, it's like a dream.
Thanks for sharing..Keep it up buddy :D

[bethany cullen]

Best poem you've ever written sophie, breath taking, such a sad poem with a sweet taste, loved this !!!

[Wild Willow Blue]

This is great, and I like your idea for a story like that; sounds awesome.

Okay; the mother committed suicide. I'm guessing by jumping out of a window. I'm thinking this is the daughter that we are reading the words of, and she always felt like the bird on the chain; unable to do anything. She rips the bird from the chain and takes it with her, as she "flys" out of the window. Just like mother.

Let me know if I've hit it or missed it. This is a very well written piece. You really have a gift.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

First…well done! Second off I think this should be a song. I enjoyed this poetry to the fullest. This is a heartfelt poem that I would love to place in my library. Thank you for a good read.