A Robin

She was unknown trapped 

Within walls that were meant to protect

Behind the shifting smiles 

Within memories of love

A madness held onto him

Inside it was taking hold

Strategic and slow 

The calm before the storm

He witnessed the dawn

A son 

Blue eyed and frail

In me he saw 

A vision only he could know

913 days had gone

I was barely walking

She carried a daughter within

The moment came

I wasn't strong just 

Blue eyed and frail

She was stalwart for three

Red breasted ready to fly

The madness inside him

Had clipped her wings

Years ago

Madness took hold

He was lost taken from us

Snuffed like a candle

The madness took root

A husband a father a family 

No more 

Red breasted and unsteady

She knew the time had come

She took flight

Through the raging squall 

She survived 

A cold world she braved alone

Steadfast and firm she raised

A son unwavering and blue eyed

A daughter beautiful and resolute

The best we could ever be

It was her 

A Mother Our Family 

She saved us all

For her we thrive

 

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Beautiful poem. I have an orange breasted visit me every morning, they are very intelligent birds. Thanks for sharing.