Swans Flight

The last wee fledgling Is stretching her wings She's flying the nest To branch out and sing... Her own song... Mama bird though, is tearful , and bereft Though she knows they're both grown And need nests of their own They've been getting ready to soar Since before they were born Sometimes they've been her only reason to live for... And although mama bird Made her fair share of mistakes When wisdom wasn't always There in plain sight Her chicks they have given her Heart reason to sing Like beautiful Nightingale Like magpies joy of bling And as her grown swans Spread wings and take flight Though it makes her heart sore Their beauty in freedom Makes life worth living for