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