A Mother at the Edge of the Sky

She comes back,
again and again,
with something small in her beak.

Three mouths open—
no words,
just need.

The branch moves,
but she stays steady.
She knows this place.

No fuss,
no pause—
just feed, settle, go.

The sky is wide,
but she keeps returning
to this one spot.

They grow like this—
between hunger
and her quiet care.

One day,
they won’t wait for her.

But for now,
she is everything.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

A quiet glimpse of a mother bird’s devotion, shown through simple moments of care, patience, and the steady rhythm of feeding and return.

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