I've been cleaning and dusting
my little rolling stone's room.
Getting straightened up in time
for her bridal shower next weekend.
Today I decided to box away some of the
memorabilia from years gone by.
Every piece has a story.
And I remember them
like it was yesterday.
To clear my sad little heart
I stepped outside.
There, right in front of my eyes
for the first time in my life..
I watched,
as a little baby bird,
with the encouragement of her Mother,
flew from her nest.
She earned her wings.
Godspeed, Little Birdie.
xo
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