#380 A Caged Bird At Last Set Free Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Sitting still in my rocking chair
And lost in my own thoughts,
My mind was full but page was bare,
My words were tied all in knots.

I needed to write but couldn't find
The words, the rhymes, the lines.
I wished I could loose and unbind
My tongue from its confines.

I craved some help, inspiration,
Or a conduit per se.
The moon began its rotation,
The night was slipping away.

Then jumbled thoughts were impeded
By a child's lowly cry.
Up the stairs comfort was needed
And a hushing and a sigh.

As I held my boy close to me
The right words began to spread.
Like a caged bird at last set free,
The lines soared out of my head.

I placed him back in bed again
To dream his little dreams,
I sat back down, pick up my pen
And these words flowed from my streams.