Roots and Wings
If I could give you many things,
I'd give you gold and silver rings
Of knowledge that I've gained with years
The gift of smiling through the tears
Confidence, courage, determination
Laughter and spirit and love of creation,
Wrapped up in a box with a bow, I'd give
To you these gifts to keep as long as you live.
"If I could give you just two things,
One would be roots, the other, Wings."
Roots, not to tie you to the ground,
But to guide you to where your fulfillment is found.
The nourishing start, the firm foundation,
The source of your inner determination.
Wings to soar over obstacles, wings to fly free,
Wings to glide to the heights of the best you can be.
And when obstacles loom, from your roots grows a hand
Providing a strong, sturdy, safe place to land.
I'd choose these two things for the gifts that are best,
For with Roots and with Wings, you'll find the rest!
My youngest son has left the nest, moved out of state to join his brother. The house is empty and quiet and cold and dark and a little lifeless. I find myself saying, "I'm an empty nester" to describe my new station in life, a transition that is difficult at best. Coincidentally, everywhere I look I see all forms of birds and cages and nests.
|Hunt Slonem painting|
|Antique Gilded Cage Mirrors|
|ph: Penny Morrison|
|John Derian Nest Bowl|
|Roost birdcage lighting|
|Ingo Murer Birdie Chandelier|
|Dedon, The Nest Rest|
|Bye bye birdie cocktail table by Frøystad + Kloch|
I gave them wings so they could fly, but they assured me I will always represent home to them. That's all a mother can ask.
<3 to J and D