Pockets Full of Love

Indeed, a bird mustn't be caged but free to fly.....so sad but true.

Love ya,
ki

Oh lady. This could not be more sad, and yet beautiful at the same time

I had no words. Hugs

Beautiful poem, Andrea. One can relate himself to this poem, full of innocence, as a child or its mother.
I am sure you wrote this one for your baby bird, but along with Robyn you have taken us their too.
Memories of childhood remain precious throughout our life, and as long as we live we continue to see that constant cycle of innocence time and time again.
First, we experience it as a child, then we see that innocence in our child and at last get that one last chance to live that innocence one last time with our grand children before the final call.
Thank you for taking us there once again.

Adoring Pockets Full of Love!!