Sunday Muse #54

Sunday Muse #54  Thank you Carrie.  Come back Wednesday for Wednesday Muse!

Little Corbin
“As the crow flies a popular and picturesque expression to denote a straight line.” William Henry Maule

It fell from its nest hidden in the old magnolia.
I am surprised it didn’t die from the fall.
But mama crow didn’t want the baby anymore
so I became its mom.
It’s the only child I ever had.
It was hard letting little Corbin go.
I tossed it up to the sky
and it began to fly,
flapping it’s wings and giving a triumphant caw.
I miss Corbin.
I still have some of its feathers
tucked into a book.
Baby Unpictures for memories.

18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. larry trasciatti
    May 05, 2019 @ 20:20:02

    such a nice memory

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  2. Magaly Guerrero
    May 05, 2019 @ 21:14:20

    The last line hurts, in the best of ways. I, too, have never a bird or three. It’s never easy to let them go. We know it’s the best, and we must, but… still, there is all that missing them.

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  3. Carrie V. H.
    May 05, 2019 @ 22:13:23

    Letting go is so hard but is what we must do. A loving memory shared in this beautiful poem Toni! I love it!

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  4. neeltheauthor- author of WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE CURVE BALLS
    May 06, 2019 @ 00:02:21

    Very beautiful poem. Loved this! Here is my story based on the picture. Hope you like it.
    https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/neelwrites-flash-fiction-sss-06-05-2019/

    Reply

  5. wyndolynne
    May 06, 2019 @ 15:04:17

    Beautiful and sad…

    Reply

  6. Susie Clevenger
    May 06, 2019 @ 17:08:28

    Oh, your last line hit me right in the heart. Beautiful melancholic piece

    Reply

  7. neeltheauthor- author of WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE CURVE BALLS
    May 07, 2019 @ 00:34:10

    Sorry plz let me know how to link it

    Reply

  8. coalblack
    May 07, 2019 @ 10:16:12

    I can’t tell if this really happened or if this is invented, but knowing you, it’s probably something that actually took place. You are the mom to the mom-less, and the shelterer of the shelterless. I bet Corbin is flying high.

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky
    May 07, 2019 @ 12:42:54

    It must have been so hard to let him go. I love the feathers, for memories. This poem hits the heart. So much letting go in this life.

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  10. Beverly Crawford
    May 07, 2019 @ 13:17:49

    Like a good momma, you set Corbin free when it was time!

    Reply

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