Feathered Nest

When I tried to let you go today...to say goodbye again, mama--I realized my nest was made of your thorns. 

So many thorns that I covered with my own down--making a soft place to rest and find comfort--until I forgot about your thorns. 

And, years later, you are gone and I am still plucking out my down to soften the hard places for myself...and others. 

0h,I am naked and cold and still too conditioned to expect a nest that is welcoming and feathered with someone else's down.

bjbeyers 8/2021
BRY