I've been working on writing, revising and gathering my poems for the upcoming poetry workshop I was invited to in June with Marge Piercy in Wellfleet and I am reminded of a poem I wrote a few years ago called "baby birds" that was published in "In Celebration of Mothers" an Anthology.
I felt inspired to write the poem when my own 'baby birds'-- my son Nathan and my daughter Bella first went away to College.
by Linda Maria Steele
Today I watch over the birds in the marsh as if
they’re my own.
Give them wings,
so they can fly,
What they won’t say
is how much
You won’t want to let them go.
How much your soul will ache
for them to
What remains is the coming and going of the geese, spotted hawk
and egrets on the path.
Instead of worrying about my own
flying away safely,
I wonder if I’ll see the heron today instead.
Has the swan egg hatched?
Is that the song of a baby black bird?
I see the Osprey flying
over its nest.
When my children were young
I told them
Watch for cars.
Wash behind your ears.
Be home on time.
In their absence an emptiness fills my heart.
My love for them needs a place to land,
with an eagle eye I pay close attention
to the birds that welcome me to the marsh.
There’s relief in seeing
the heron return after
the long harsh winter.
Barely visible out on the edge of the water
I spot a newly born heron.
And I know all is well.