I knew this poem needed to be about letting go and trusting a loved one to make their own way in the world. My first attempt came our preachy and boring. This second attempt is a cliché metaphor but the last two lines made it good enough for me. I have learned not to judge my poems as my least fave may be someone else’s favorite. Day 24 NaPoWriMo.
Hard Gift
Feathers have grown
pins to plumes
Bulbous bird bodies
nestled in the shrinking nest
Fledge baby birds
Fledge
Fly be free
in the wild blue
Take to the air
with mother’s trust
though the shadows of hawks
like ghostly banshees
skim open spaces
To fly with chance
is better than caged in safety.
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