My Last Fledgling

Jabberwocky


The first I buried on waste ground behind the cinema
An earnest child alone.
With sorrow he had room for.
Good practice for the man.

 

My second with my daughter.
Her hopes a burden added to my own.
Not wanting to stretch her capacity for sorrow
with so small a wasted life.
We went to lengths,
to shelter,
to nurture,
to no avail.
Came the third morning I found it dead.

 

Then you,
my last fledgeling.
You lasted longest,
but went the same.
I could not nourish you;
with love,
or faith,
or seeded womb.

 

I could not abandon you,
It cost me much,
Sorrow over-brimmed me at last,
but like your feathered sisters;
I could not save you in the end.

 

You were the hardest to bury.
I'm burying you still.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2017 06:34
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Comments3

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Goldfinch60

    Good sad and very emotive write.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Powerful last line! Well done poem, Jabberwocky.



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