The strength of Motherhood

A Mother bird forages for food as she 

flies through meadows and lofty woods...  

along bubbling brooks where mushrooms grow 

in warm sunny spots on dampened moss... 

High in a Sycamore tree there is a nest where 

five wee beeks are open wide waiting for 

a delicious worm that was born to nourish  

fledglings and even to catch a sunfish on a 

string and a pole where time was spent at 

a water hole where little boy blue and a 

pink bonnet girl gathered their dreams in a 

wicker basket full of sunflower seeds for 

busy Mother birds with hungry fledglings... 

Reviews

[AJNJ]

This is a truly beautiful world and I sit here reading it again and again, taking in a mother's universal quest among bubbling brooks and sycamore trees. The pink and blue clad cherubs giving a helping hand to nature. Your words renew the reader's faith on the earth and it's myriad of creatures...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest AJ... you read my poem as a Renaissance man who has heard a choir of cherubs singing of new birth and rich earth to grow and sustain our way of life. Your reviews are so deep and touching. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

Another magical
nature write
from your talented
pen .mama birds
feeding five mouths
high upon the lovely
sycamore tree

shows us the important
role each must play as
in motherhood , love
the little boy blue
and pink bonnet
girl, this all comes
together quite nicely

nice work here ; Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Fran dear... a Mother’s feathers are always fluffy when she hears a fledgling Song... today we have an Autumn rain and I know the young are high upon Sycamore branches as the wind dances through the sky of silver rain rhapsodies. thank you for your blessing of rainbow 🌈 reveries. be safe and well..
with prayers and 💕 love... Pat

[Fran Marie]

you re s o welcome

[Sami Khalil]

Mothers are indeed strong in their cherished roles. They sacrifice and toil for their fledgling youngsters. Motherhood is a light and a beacon to all. You poetry is one too.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... each newborn baby should have a “patent pending” and a blueprint registered in at least a dozen countries.
A blue ribbon special for that special someone who dared to love ... tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. You are welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... passion breathes passion...
when birds flutter their feathers... and mothers of all
nationalities provide tender loving care. You are the Ship that keeps our journey smoothe over waves of discontent... as you keep vigilant. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Thank you kindly. You are welcome Partricia. Sailing forward ...

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, a mother is always worried about her children...whether human or avian! Your love of nature truly shines in this write, Pat. I enjoyed the vivid imagery. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... it is a pleasure to have your touch of
charm added to my repertoire... my life is defined in words where pine trees reminisce and a kiss is worth a scent of exquisite bliss... poetically speaking.. gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

a Rockwell scene if ever there was one .. so light and wistful .. full of our glorious natural world .. your appreciation for our feathered friends front and center of course ;) love you stuff ma'am .. but you already know that. such a blessing to read and experience
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... you are the creme that covers the top when it comes to reviews that snap, crackle and pop! "light and wistful" with downy feathers floating in mid-air... reminds me of "Brin in the clowns"... my favorite of all time, especially when sung by Barbara Streisand. "And me in id-air". " softly as I leave you" by Frank Sinatra... how can we not be Rich. Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Send in the Clowns... and me in Mid-air...
(correction)

[Einstein Noodle]

i enjoy reading your unique blending of romance, nature and touches of sensuality here and there .. i think you are at the top of the heap in that regard ... even you reviews and your responses reflect it ... one would have to work hard to be sad with a heart like that

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... WC is a blessing to so many of us, especially during these turbulent times. WC is like family to us... a venue where we can grow and learn. You have expressions that settle quietly on our mind.
Bless you and keep you warm through the Winter and beyond. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Your love of our avian friends and the natural environment shines through Pat in these uplifting lines. Yes, I have watched the diligence of birds as they seek nourishing food to feed their young. It is a delight to witness. The little girl and boy in your poem remind me of the times my deceased brother and I would spend in the countryside together. Walking, exploring and having adventures. A year apart, we were close and spent much time together when young. Your writes always provide me with a feast of lovely imagery. Thank you for the blessing of your poetry. Sending all good wishes to you and yours from across the pond.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... delighted to read your review. There are two famous paintings-- The Blue Boy and another
Pinkie with a Bonnet. My husband Roger has a sister two years younger and they have memories of walks in the woods and by a Brook. She is in our prayers as she is having Chemo and radiation. Pris is an Artist like her Mother and also a Writer. I trust she will be a "Miracle" like myself... from 2007. Life is so fragile.
Be well and safe in God's Grace. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat my thoughts turn to Roger's sister Pris and I too pray that chemo and radiation will make her well again. Life is fragile as both you and I know. Your miracle in 2007 and mine in 2004/5. Thank you for sharing detail of the paintings. I am a lover of art myself. Keep well dear friend :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Bless you Christine... yes we live on borrowed time and I feel very humble to
have the gift of more time. Thank you for your prayers for Priscilla. She is very brave and under the care of Sloan Kettering in New York, USA. Our prayers