Friday, July 17, 2015

"Release"


"Release"

I open my palm, release into blue skies
melodious notes that drift back to me,
harmonize as I become smaller;

have faith you'll wing back
just as flaming sumac entices the Bluebird.

My heart line is deep and strong;
even a bit selfish.  Either way,
I gave my heart long ago

and each parting, each journey,
makes it both fragile and strong.

by Margaret Bednar, July 17, 2015


My children have taken wing this summer, some temporarily, two have flown my nest for good.   Below is a Facebook link to my son's two person band "The Messy Beds".

https://www.facebook.com/themessybeds?fref=ts

This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Let's Find Our Poetic Voice". 

8 comments:

kaykuala said...

As a parent one has given the beat there is no doubt about it. As kids they are beginning to change and act as parents in their own right. One can only bless them on their way. Many can relate to this Marge!

Hank

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah, this is just perfect, Margaret. The timing coincides with me having to say goodbye again to my daughters who return to their university town on Sunday.
The mother's voice is so tender and obviously personal, but it taps into shared experience in a very moving way. I loved your imagery throughout - your visualization is very much part of your poetic voice.

Also, of all the many beautiful photos you have shared, this is particularly spectacular. Thank you for participating in the challenge.

Outlawyer said...

Hey Margaret--it is lovely to think of releasing children for flight like birds or bird song--and they do wing back, hopefully--you describe that poignancy very well, and very sweetly. All best to you and them. K.

Karen S. said...

Life certainly does change into another chapter of ones life once our children spread their wings! Enjoy your new adventures!

Mama Zen said...

Lovely closing, Margaret. So true!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I feel that release - and, also, the holding in the heart that mothers do even when their chicks are at a distance. Your closing lines are absolute perfection.

Jim said...

You are right, Magaret. Those little birds will return. But not for good. Our daughters, one married in the summer she graduated, the other before she graduated and now 30-some years she is still working at graduating. Also, though, she is still married. The boys, three, were more independent.
Mrs. Jim's rule is "If it leaves or dies it can't come back and we won't replace it,". Goes for me too.
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Raining Iguanas said...

My cellar and garage were the original template.for storage facilities across the state. I leave an abandoned tote of forgotten bounty high on a cobweb draped shelf knowing one day they will return and the words, "Hey dad, you don't by any chance still have my ______ collection do you?" Time and space will come together in a pair of smiles....
Thank you for the reminder.