Mother Bird
You look at me
and see a little child.
In your sweeping glance,
you can't see me,
standing tall in spite of
the rubble of the world you see.
You think I clutch
my teddy bear,
not once stopping to think.
Think that I can make
decisions, think things through,
enjoy success or face consequences.
--
You think you have to shelter me,
like a mother bird to her fledgling.
You can't realize you're smothering
this birds song.
But this bird will sing and fly,
trusting Wind to keep her aloft.
You, mother bird, twitter "You trust too much!"
Poor, foolish mother bird...
if you do not trust,
how can you fly?
Copyright ©1999 Julie E. Allen
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