Homeward Unbound Poem by Ima Ryma

From Mom and Dad I got the word,
Was time to leave the nest, my home.
I was now an old enough bird,
The sky awaited me to roam.
Of course I chirped my feared of dreads
Of taking off all on my own.
But Mom and Dad just shook their heads.
They wanted to spend time alone.
A loving push they gave to me,
And I was falling to the ground.
But then my wings spread out to be
Propelling me skyward up bound.

I could see Mom and Dad below.
I guess they were right - time to go.