Pressing On

She watched the mountain intently Like a bird who’s nestling of dwelling, complains Yet, neither will move -- Reality blooms; A surge of genius Strikes the hollowed core ~ Worrisome thoughts she shan’t abide… A mother’s love still strives, Strong willed fledgling must now -- fly Search to build, its -- own nest -- Mother bird soars above the mountain -- mind at rest Comments: An elder once said teach them well in the ways they must go… Like a hawk one must keep a watchful eye for they are still your prizes; you never know when they may come home to roost again... Or at least visit… However, if they can't respect the home then its time For them to fly on their own...