My Son, My Robin

My son, my robin

Amanda Sirois Boyer

I have listened to your voice change and grow
The melody of neediness and newness you sang for your mother
but your sweet song went unheard as she pushed you from her nest.
I held you then, my little Robin,
and sang to you in the rhythm of rain on rooftops,
vowing to be your shelter, your safe place, your home.
I sing to you now in melodies that make wishes on shooting stars
and maps of the constellations
songs of love and nurture to help you find your way through this darkness
I pray for you now my son, my little Robin
that one day you will see the strength of the chest you bare.

Haily Wilson | The Raven | Charcoal

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