Fay Slimm





Next generation once weaned wings away 
from the breast\'s cloistered past.
In standing erect most offspring cling not 
to parental mastery.


Growth\'s call will never be hindered by 
closed doors of detention.
Soaking in sap furthest from home keen 
shoots yearn for more adventure.


Trying to eat what others digested sours
young buds demanding taste.
Belonging to no-one new courage begets 
sense when choices need making.


Every plant casts its seed to the wind so
each finds space to survive.
Only by leaving the nest can a fledgling
learn self respect thereby thrive.


Letting go gently is welcome when sweet
dependence seems outgrown.
Whether fur, flesh or feather successful 
flight will ever remember home.