Free Bird, A Mothers Farewell Poem by Not Long Left

Free Bird, A Mothers Farewell



Into the world of men must you go:
Leave upon your unmade bed
all your longings, all your childish dreams.
I shall hold them to my heart on lonely nights.

Use that smile, the one that warms the heart
and fools emotions into exposing themselves
rarely, and wisely.

Into your bulging bags fold neatly your
plans, pack carefully your fragile nature.
From soft unwordlly limbs
to strong determined feet
you have grown, confronting
the hurricanes of despair,
the blasts of rejection.
A little scarred, a victorious soldier
heading for a new home.

My womb aches every so often
An internal reminder of you,
you are always inside me,
I shall never really let you go.
Yet fly now, free bird strech those patient ready wings,
Go see the sights, go see the world
I shall await your return.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 13 September 2006

a jewel in a poem with obvious flaws. jerky. it is like listening to your best song on a radio with full of jarring sounds.

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