My Mother's NecklaceA Poem by Sophieplease read!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... © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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Added on June 24, 2012Last Updated on June 24, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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