The Sigh of a Lone Traveler

I built the nest for them so together we could stay, kept it warm in the winter days of frost and cold, no sweeping storm of strife could ever blow it away, where I held them in my tender wings’ secure fold. They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care, learned how to build and face life in their chosen way, as a parent the process with them I could affably share, the ephemeral delight lasted until they all flew away. The cherished bond turned into frail strands of memory, entwined with the feathers they left, I fondle with sigh. The residual time I spend weaving a mental tapestry, to see their fading faces in its motif all the time I try. A lone traveler at the edge of twilight I sorely sigh, as I walk the last mile toward obscurity to disappear. In the reflection of hope making the dream I descry my image etched in their heart wherever they are. July 12, 2021 Contest : What Makes You Sigh Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke