My Mother's Necklace

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The silver necklace

with the pendant of a bird,

in metal of grey,

its wings chained,

unable to fly away.

My mother's necklace, unable to reach the sky

my mother's favorite necklace,

was left behind.

She left, she's not coming back

unlike the bird,

away she flew,

took her freedom

and gave it to the sky blue.

She lives among the stars,

among the rain and the rustling leaves,

among the clouds and the tops of trees,

my mother left,

but her bird stayed.

I pick up the necklace

holding it by the chain,

and I look at the bird,

watch it twitch its wings,

and struggle to open it's beak and sing.

This necklace was her favorite,

and she didn't set it free,

now I know it's what I must do,

even though it's my only memory.

I open the window,

covered by flowing white curtains,

to the pouring rain,

I hold the bird in my hand,

and whisper to it my plan.

It nods fervently,

pulling on it's chains,

it wants to join my mother,

be one with the sky and the rain.

I start the lullaby,

she once sang to me,

my voice rings out,

setting the bird free:

Little bird, little bird

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

Little bird, little bird,

please fly away,

you surely deserve better than me,

little bird, little bird,

Snow white feathers,

float down,

little bird, little bird,

let your sweet voice sound.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

As the last note leaves my lips,

I feel my mother's goodnight kiss,

and the silver chain melts away,

leaving a silver bird on the windowsill,

standing very still.

The bird slowly lifts his wings

and he faces the window,

the rain falls from the sky,

the same way tears fall from my eyes,

and then he bursts into song,

and flies.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies.

I sing once more,

as I leap out the window,

the only thing I ask for,

is that I don't fly,

but reach the sky

in the way my mother did:

to die.

Little bird, little bird,

spread your wings and fly,

little bird, little bird,

bring your song to the skies...

Little bird, little bird,

spread your broken wings and fall,

little bird, little bird,

let out the crows' call.

Little bird, little bird,

I love you so.

Little bird, little bird.

Let go.

Little bird, little bird,

please follow me,

little bird, little bird,

be free...

Author's Note

So today was wearing a necklace and the charm is a bird and some branches and I was randomly wondering how the bird felt (because I still think inanimate objects have feelings :P I've always wanted o write a book about a human, but written from the perspective of the non-living things around her, anyway...) and so I got the idea. But it was COMPLETELY different, but I'm so happy how it came out.
So, in your reviews if you could give me a summary of what you think happened, or the deeper meaning or whatever, and if you want to know what I thought, say that too and I'll message you.
I also made a tune to the song :D

Reviews

[Lumière Dé..]

You percieve things in the weirdest ways and by God does it pay off. How the hell do you come up with these ideas. I'll just say that I thought this poem had a lovely flow and scheme but above that the story and it's history behind it was very touching. Letting go of the last memory of someone you loved dearly is a very hard thing to do

[Odayin]

First off, this is very nicely written. You have an excellent rhythm and plenty of meaning and emotion dripping off of it. I love the storyline and the eventual outcome of the characters.
What I got out of the poem was that a girl's mother died and left behind her necklace. The girl wants the bird that was once her mother's to be with her again, to be set free. She uses the lullaby as a key to the bird's freedom along with her own. The bird dies in a pile of freedom and rejoins her mother in a way that it was also supposed to be. I can't really tell if the girl dies as well, but it's definite that when she does, her freedom will be the same as the bird's.
As for a deeper meaning, I believe that the bird can actually represent the sorrow or the soul of the girl for her mother. Her soul may need to be set free, and the necklace could represent the sorrow attaching the two hearts. Allowing it to melt away could be the key to eternal freedom

[shawlyn]

Hi Sophie,
You definitely have a knack in delving into deep subjects. This is both spiritual and metaphysical. Sad, yet happy and then back again. I am going to say you're crazy, but in a brilliant way. You wring out a lot of emotion in this piece. I really like it. Well done.
Regards
Shawlyn

[Lydia]

I love this! I'm not too good at describing what I get out of things so I'm not sure if I could do that accurately. I assume that it is about a girl's mother dying, and the last thing she had was her favorite necklace. I wish I could hear the tune to the lullaby.