Saturday, July 17, 2021

I miss you in the ways I can't speak of.

There comes a time when a girl has to leave the mother's nest- go out into the world, live her life, learn independence; but this little birdie is afraid. Her mother hasn't been home in days, had not prepped her to fly away. All she does is sit there and wait. She's not ready yet. 

In the silence of stillness, she whispers a prayer. Always, she is looking for a place to call home.

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