Mother's Encouragement - May 18, 2025

such a sloppy nest

an unbundled pile of sticks

held the pair of eggs

she deserted yesterday

when a hawk landed in her tree

her freakish wingbeats to escape

left down and unpinned feathers

swirling as she left like an

unguided missile, launched

without a target

but now our worried dove is back

and wiggles onto her eggs

pressing heat into the shells

the sparks of two lives

depend on it

you probably don’t remember

those days when your mother

would curl up with you in

her womb and your heart

would beat harder