Gazing out the window
allowing another layer
of grief
to come to the surface
and move through me
without constraint
for the children
I will never have
is when I saw her.
A Sweet Sparrow
perched on the branch
of a tree not yet in bloom
her beak full
of nesting materials.
Soon to take flight
back to her home
to build a nest
for the impending birth
of her tiny fledglings.
Who after weeks of motherly love and care
will take flight
into the world
to explore, and if meant to be
will create new life too.
And Mama Sparrow
having completed her sacred task
of adding to this earth
the exquisite beauty of life
leaves a loving legacy
that not every being is
called to do.
And the tears
roll down my face
for what I won’t experience
in this lifetime.
But then a realization
that just like
the gamut of
different species
of birds
are the profusion of
emotions that can take
space in our psyche
holding us hostage
until we find the courage
to really feel them
and then let them go.
That we come to understand
we too
those without children
leave a legacy
in our own unique way
that also adds to the
the universe in a beneficial
and beautiful way too.
©Barbara Techel
XO
Barb
