My Heart this Week
I am the little mother
Mother-to-be little dove
You may think that is scary
Responsibility loved
Smallish memory is short
I may have been here before
Was I the little bird who
hatched her brood here in this nest
Or the runt born here last year
Runt of last year's brood come back
Guided, invisible hand
One I don't know got me here
It could have been my husband
Faithful friend father-to-be
This our family home for years
Safe secure under the eaves
Little Dove, Mother-to-be
(I, Jim, live in home behind)
(My heart this week? Little bird)
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rommy at Weekly Scribbles, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/04/weekly-scribblings-13-all-small-things.html?m=1
- Also I'm linked to http://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-2/, daily National Poetry Writing Month coordinators when I connect. Click on "Participants' Sites' link at the top of Day 1 page to read other bloggers' poems.
- And I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden which is reopened for April, National Poetry Month, at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2020/04/april-2020-days-1-5.html?m=1
There I used a prompt formerly suggested by Marian at April is for Fools and Poets
- I plan to write a poem each week or even daily. We are shut-ins until April 30 per our Governor's COVID 19 orders. We will see if I live that long. 💝
Our doves have been returning since 2016 to hatch a brood of baby doves.
Little bird is a mighty fine treat today.
ReplyDeleteConversations wit a dove in social distancing times cam be rather amusing, this made me smile
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday Jim
much love...
Aw! I hope she and her brood thrive.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and how special to have a little dove outside your home
ReplyDeleteHello, Bird-Heart Jim! You are all little birds who brood, who make shelters, who mother their young. God's heart is obviously beating in your heart. God's wings are moving your wings. God's shadow is protecting your brood from harm. Amen.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to have a little bird family nesting year after year. I love that the birds are happy and busy, not dragged down by the cares we humans have. I love watching them on my balcony where I have a tray of seed out for them.
ReplyDeleteMourning doves and robins love downspouts, don't they? Good luck on this year's brood.
ReplyDeleteOften with reurring visits of nesting bird you realise eventually that one of the mothers offspring has decided to nest there as well and that the original mother has long gone. However as long as the family is happy and safe that's fine.
ReplyDeleteOh, what a darling poem! I was once told by a Hare Krishna friend that it's a good sign when wild creatures come to share our homes. (There are some I could do without – but a nest of birds under the eaves must be good.)
ReplyDeleteI take a lot of comfort from the birds of my garden.
ReplyDeleteHow delightful for you to have the company of the little mother-to-be dove, Jim, and the possibility that she is a returning dove.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely!!!💘
ReplyDeleteI love little birds and I know you have many near by. Loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely little gift to celebrate with this April
ReplyDeleteI have a pair of doves that come often to my feeder, but I've never found where they nest. You are fortunate to be able to watch the process year after year!
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely to read, Jim. Our little birdhouse has no tenants yet, but we hope it will.
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