empty nest

I held a baby robin in my
Hand yesterday
Trying to lift it back into its nest

It’s heart was beating, mouth open
So full of frailty and life;
I waited to see mom return

Twice more she fell out of her
Poorly constructed nest
and twice more I lifted her back

Yet when I awoke this morning
The nest was empty
And a little body lay upon the mulch

Sadness within that empty nest-
As I watch the robin mother
Lament her fallen child

And I think of those empty
And poorly constructed places within my heart
That cannot hold love

And I too grieve for the loss
That lies within me
For that is equally as sorrowful

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