A Mother's Pondering
Wings heavy with annoyance pick up speed, beat faster
than a diva's lashes. Your parting words indecipherable
as I don't speak heron - but annoyance is universal.
Time and again I've held my breath, tried to come close.
Perhaps shyness I can understand, even recognize the need
for solitude - for wariness is evident in your tilted head.
You're often a blur in photographs: s-curve neck, pointed toes,
expansive wings - a moment frozen - somehow a reminder that time
becomes memories - every second, day, week, month, year
all seem equally like yesterday, equally unchangeable.
I hope I embrace those I love with the same exuberance I feel when you stretch
and glide before my eyes. Hope I've given my children the freedom to soar
without feeling the need to flee, without the need to lament my presence.
by Margaret Bednar, July 23, 2014
This is linked with dVerse - Poetics - Time & Time Again.