Mother Bird
Two separate lives
tied together with the occasional "I love you"
in a cage disguised as home.
A bird who has forgotten how to fly
tries to teach her young the skill
she is estranged to these days.
It feels the puzzle does not fit
with you so suddenly at the leading hang
when I had been your guidance for so long.
Still I look out for my own,
and you for yours,
we are strangers yet again.
A misgiving cycle
taught the resistance of change.
Your broken wing leads you in circles
and I fear the day I'll see you fall.
I am learning to fly on my own,
maybe with all the wrong techniques.
But I wish for nothing more,
than to watch you soar.
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The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth
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