A Mother’s Advice
She flies free, this lady with blemished wings;
a scarlet lady in a field of Greens.
She climbs–He bends–The wind begins to sing:
“No M’lady there are still more to seek.”
She’s re-learning to fly, happy and free.
Suddenly–FLASH– she’s netted down by Red.
His scent was strong and his beauty screamed,
but the guard of thorns made the tears she bled.
“No, M’lday, there is still more to seek.”
Carried to limbs, wings weary and broken,
he sways from his roots to lull her to sleep.
She sleeps while love’s words are at last spoken,
“Lady bug Lady bug you are not alone,”
“Lady Bug, Dear Lady Bug, Welcome Home.”
— Kris E. King —