~We Are Family ~
Baby robins fly the nest
Young fish swim away
Baby bucks soon sprout antlers
No reason to stay...
Human parents are spoiled
Our babies do not stray
They stick around for years
~ A price we gladly pay
WHAT IS LIFE BUT THE BLINK OF AN EYE
WE SET OUR GOALS AND CAN BUT TRY
TO MAKE IT A BETTER WORLD FOR THE ONES WE LOVE
BUT SOMETIMES WE ALL NEED A LITTLE SHOVE
AS WE STRIVE AND TOIL TO MAKE ENDS MEET
WE BEAR THE BURDERSOME WEIGHT ON OVERTIRED FEET
BRINGING UP OUR CHILDREN AS BEST WE CAN
ARE THEY GRATEFULL AS YOUR LIFE GOES DOWN THE PAN
FEED THEM EDUCATE THEM AND CLOTHE THEM AS WELL
ARE THEY HAPPY BUNNIES YOU NEVER CAN TELL
THEY FLY THE NEST AT 21 TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
AND SOON THEY WAKE UP WITH EGG ON THEIR FACE
THEY REALISE WHAT A TREADMILL THEY ARE ON
THEIR YOUTH AND FREEDOM ARE ALL BUT GONE
CHILDREN OFF THEIR OWN AND NO MONEY TO SPEND
THEY GET ON WITH THEIR LIVES AND KEEP UP THE TREND
Mother duck Moira
Had her eggs in the nest
She sat on the incubate
Mother duck was stressed
All her eggs had passed their expiry date
She was told by midwife Stace
Still Moira sat on her eggs
She was going to nourish her hatchlings
With fresh fish and bread
Let's have our chicks and forget the rest
We are time pressed
Said daddy duck
We need to fly away
Daddy Duck was stressed
The duck pond had no more fish
The humans gave them no bread
The time was a ticking bomb
Or else they would be skin and bones.
Mother Duck had three more days left
On the incubate
Then they would fly away
With their new hatchlings
Tracing the route of yesterdays
So she sat and sat
On her eggs
In her eyes, she had no more tears left;
Her stomach empty of fish and bread
Midwife Stace had paid a visit to Moira in the morn
Give your eggs up and fly the nest
This sitting is futile.
Said she again.
Mother duck Moira
Pushed Stace away
And sat on her eggs.
Three days passed
She had three skinny hatchlings
Of the hue of duck eggs.
So they flew away
Mother Duck, Daddy Duck and the hatchlings
To a new pond full of fish and bread.
One part sugar, three parts fruits
One part zest
Pasticcio: a good blend, finesse
Outside
A Nightingale sings a sweet song
For its chicks still in the nest
Her toddler holds a wooden spoon
Ornate
A fine purchase
"Look"
She points
At the empty jars
On the window pane
One day
Her toddler will fly the nest
Like feathering chicks of the mother nightingale
Wide horizons awaits her
Now
They will mix the jam
For Jam Jar Tombola
Yasemin Balandi
Last goodbye son it’s time for you to go
Every emotion was there on show
Trying to put on a brave face
Tears were falling; it’s no disgrace
It was time for you to fly the nest
Now time for you to show your best
Going away to study in the UK
God speed to send you safely on your way
Over the seas so so far away
It seems like five minutes since you were born
Now its time for you to spread your own wings
I waved you off on that September morn
I’m so proud of you son that my heart sings
You’re leaving the nest
Time to cut the apron strings
Fly high my darling
Contest Letting Go Three Form Style - Sponsored by Laura Loo
04~02~16
I think i have had a rough life, that much i feel is true,
And some-times i am happy, and at times i feel so blue,
I think about my past, and try and think about the fun,
Then i start to think about, my lovely little son,
He was the one that really changed my life,
And got me away, from all the trouble, and the strife,
It makes me so happy when i feel the love,
He was a special parcel sent from up above,
One day soon i quess he will fly the nest,
And all that i know ,i know i did my best
Take a minute and sit right down
And take a good look all around
We start our lives as babe,s in hand
Our parents have all kinds of plans
Needing help with everything we do
Before you know it we are going to school
Those years fly past before you know
Your no longer a child your fully grown
To start a life with a career
Making plans for coming years
Some of us will marry have children and then
It all starts to go round again
Your children grow up and fly the nest
Now its your time to take a rest
Again the years go flying by
Your getting old but still you try
To keep going until you can no more
Do things you want and wonder whats in store
For our hearts are like a big old clock
Ticking until one day it stops
Live everyday like its your last
For life goes past so very fast
Learn more about this author, Alicia Sloley
Take a minute and sit right down
And take a good look all around
We start our lives as babes in hand
Our parents have all kinds of plans
Needing help with everything we do
Before we know it your going to school
Those years fly past before you know
Your no longer a child your fully grown
To start a life with a career
making plans for coming years
Some of us will marry have children and then
It all starts to go round again
Your children grow up and fly the nest
Now its your time to take a rest
Again the years go flying by
You are getting old but still you try
To keep going until you can no more
Do the things you want and wonder what,s in store
For our hearts are like a big old clock
Ticking until one day they stop
So live everyday like its your last
For life goes past so very fast
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