Our Song; A Tree and her Bird

by Maple Tree   Nov 6, 2017

There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night,
the stars are playing hide and seek
with my emotions, I've got nothing.

I've locked this sorrow of mine
away until now, but my caged
bird is losing her song, and I
can't scribble all the beauty of her.

She has these eyes that are filled
with sunlight, or they were until
the clouds set in and a unique
style of her silohette.

Her wings nestled against mine
as I read her story after story,
the songs she would sing made
my tree limbs feel a lingering calm.

I was just a tree until my nesting began,
a baby bird, "Robyn" Bird found my branches;
learning how to fly, fall, then try again.

I never gave it a second thought, as to what
it would be like to never see her fly again,
until now......

My leaves will decay as nightfall shall
swallow me whole, they will carve
her name within my bark, and I'll
become her gravestone;

I've kept
watch over her for 26 years, I'll
never leave her side.


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  • 11 months ago

    by Angie

    I have no words other than ... I feel you ... I love you

  • 11 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea

    Your writing reflects so much about the beauty of motherhood, but the sadness she could not control. Being a parent, and seeing are little ones (and that's any ages) suffer, takes us to new levels of emotions.
    Wishing wellness and love
    Michael x

  • 11 months ago

    by ddavidd

    Beside amazing moments of grief, when the poetry dances with its own muse, there are such painting spirit in this piece that through it stars like in Van Gogh's works are twinkling even more vividly in the painting than in real: " the stars are playing hide and seek..."