Andrea, this poem made me smile. I was that child myself. I was always bringing home treasures to my mom and filthy, oh my, so filthy! My mom would wash me in the utility sink, not even the tub. It's wonderful to remember those days when your kids were small and innocent and free. Hugs-

Miss Andrea.
Another heart-felt piece from you written from a mothers heart
Much love
Michael :)x

Such sweet memories that will be with you always Andrea. Beautiful :-) x
=^.^=
Ps. Her pockets are brimming with her mother's love x

The pockets may seem empty but something always remains. A tiny piece of grit lodged right in the corner, that no matter how much you wash, it stays lodged. A stain on those favorite jeans that you want to throw away and they will not part with!

Somethings remain my dear, sometimes remain!

As always Andrea beautiful words, lovely images of innocence too.

Craig x

Adoring Pockets Full of Love!!

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.

I had no words. Hugs

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

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

Love ya,
ki