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Growing Up

As I awake I hear singing coming from the window                                                     Opening up the blue curtains I see trees swaying in the breeze                                                                Looking closer I see a bird's nest                                                                            Little ones waiting for breakfast                                                                          Where is mom with their food                                                                          Here comes mom with breakfast in bed

 

At the end of a busy day before I hop into bed                                                       I must check out the window for my little new friends                               They have been tucked into their bed of twigs                                                     Now I must be tucked into my bed of soft blankets

 

Each morning I awake to singing                                                                            As the weeks go by the singing is getting louder                                              The little ones are getting bigger                                                                     They are getting a beautiful feather coat

 

Today I awakened to no singing                                                                        I ran to my window and tore open the blue curtains                                           The nest was now enemy                                                                             My friends had grown up and flown off                                                                  The mama bird sat looking at me                                                                We both felt sadness as a tear ran down our checks

 

Date Written:7/20/2021

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Gordon Mcconnell Date: 7/21/2021 1:30:00 PM Such a lovely piece Paula, penned with insight and great word choice too. Blessings, Gordon Login to Reply Paula Goldsmith Date: 7/21/2021 1:59:00 PM Thank You, for writing and for your kind words. Glad you like this write. Have a blessed day........

Anselmo Boles Date: 7/20/2021 11:55:00 PM A vivid picture of life evolving, and although the ending was a bit sad, the tears shed were mostly of survival and joy. Nicely penned Paula Goldsmith!...ab Login to Reply Paula Goldsmith Date: 7/21/2021 11:00:00 AM Thank You, for writing. Glad you like this fun one. Yes, sad they left but that is what they do. Have a blessed day..................

Gershon Wolf Date: 7/20/2021 5:57:00 PM Love that line, Paula: 'breakfast in bed.'... aka 'As the worms turn.' Cheers, Gershon Login to Reply Paula Goldsmith Date: 7/21/2021 10:58:00 AM Thank You, for writing. Glad you like this fun write. Yes, they get worms and I get coffee and toast. Have a blessed day..................

Vijay Pandit Date: 7/20/2021 3:52:00 PM WOW! That is awesome story I can relate to Paula. Your descriptions are wonderful--you bring the scene alive. Inspiration at its best to awaken the muse! Login to Reply Paula Goldsmith Date: 7/21/2021 10:57:00 AM Thank You, for writing and for your kind words. A WOW????? Thanks. Glad you like this fun bird write. Have a blessed day..................