Masterpiece (Mother’s Day Tribute)

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“Let the broken pieces within you combine to create your masterpiece.” -kR

I was broken and downtrodden, recklessly abandoned; a little bird eating half a worm because father flew away long before I was hatched.

Poor mother, defending me from predators was a tall task for one with a broken wing. And yet she flew about tirelessly all day and every day. And somehow managed to keep my little beak pecking and our small nest warm.

I remember every so often a few of the stronger birds would be kind to her, but she’d say thank you only through a deep sigh. It was as if they weren’t gifts after all, like she’d had to pay for it all with bits and pieces of her very flesh and soul.

Today, I buried Mama underneath the old branch where she’d nurtured me long ago. My only regret is that she had to leave this tree before seeing the nest egg I was building for her. But in the end, I could tell she was happy because she said where she’s going her once shattered heart will be made whole again.

You see, birds see it all from our vantage point. Sunshine and blue skies, heavy rain and thunderstorms; hail, fleet, and snow—through it all, I have learned to fly higher than the clouds, no matter the weather. Because, ultimately, whether nested by just one bird or two I am still a bird. And everybody knows birds were meant to fly.

P.S. This one is dedicated to all those who are able to do more with less, especially single mothers the world over, who have either raised their children to become successful men and women or are currently raising them accordingly. Godspeed.

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