Going into care was the best heartbreaking option
The bird with ruined wings still hopes to fly,
But keepers kind have feathered her last nest.
Intending well, they turn her from the sky
And urge her fragile, hollow bones toward rest.
There was a time the sky was hers to roam;
The wind, the sun, the open air, her friends.
Her world’s now shrunk to this, her strange new home.
Kind keepers say, all journeys have their ends.
She flutters, fretful in the building’s bounds,
Its other inmates long since turned to stone.
The keepers kind, they wheel her ‘round the grounds.
In sleep, she soars above them all alone.
Her broken body built no more for flight,
Her spirit waits for liberating night.
Beautiful. Heartbreaking. My arms are around you. 😔💙🤗
Thank you, Anni. I feel that 🙂
A beautiful heartbreaking tribute to your sister Jan. My own sister has become one of those stones still waiting for the liberating night.
Thank you, Susan — and I think of you confronting the same sort of situation with your sister, but with so much more physical distance between you.
Poignant, Jan. So sad and so lovely. What a tribute! This is such a hard thing. My ❤️ Is with you.
Thank you, Ana. That means a lot.
Jan this is just beautiful. Incredibly moving & conveys so much. It deserves wide distribution. Hope you know I think of you & your sister- both of them – so often. Hugs xo
I heart you, Deb 🙂
What a wonderful tribute to your sister, Jan. Your love for her is evident in every word.
Thank you, Laurie. Yep, she’s been one of the brightest lights in my life.
A beautiful tribute, Jan. Very moving. 🧡
Thank you, Barb — I really appreciate it.