found nest, nest found

imperfect bowl                      a fallen home
spun with mud                      just right for the three
small blue eggs                    who left their indentations
in the place                           where a mother loved,
where now                            only a memory remains in
remnants of feathers,            reclaimed strands of blond hair
are tied with sticks,                they could have been any of ours,
so sweet that somehow         we are a part of the miracle that
life started here –                    flies free now in a perfect sky.


2 thoughts on “found nest, nest found

  1. ahhhh. I can see the sweet little nest,
    with the strands of blond hair, holding the blue eggs. What a picture you paint! And, I love the creativity of the two intertwining passages! k

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