MOTHER NATURE KNOWS BEST



He stood with head bowed,
cupped hands sheltering a
forlorn baby blackbird.
The agony was creating gray
shades in his aura.  He was
reaching with love to a
life form struggling
without a mother's care.
“I found him alone under
the tree, Will you help me
return him to his nest?”
Feeling his pain, I replied:
“He will not be accepted
back again to the nest.
Let us find a safe spot
for him to rest. We shall
do what we can to help, but
remember: in the end,
Mother Nature knows best.”
The next day we interred him
in a cardboard box.
Sixty years later, we sat
side by side, grief burning in
our eyes and squeezing our hearts.
His mother, my wife, lay before us.
 After years of suffering,  
she had finally found peace.  
His hand covered mine as he
squeezed softly and said:
“She is finally at rest,  
Mother Nature knows best”.    

About this poem

memories of the time my son found a baby Brewers blackbird and asked for my help

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Written on January 01, 2023

Submitted by compostken on January 24, 2023

Modified on May 04, 2023

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Kenneth Bartlett

I am a retired forester living in a continuing care facility in Lancaster, PA with my spouse of 59 years. more…

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8 Comments
  • Philipo
    Fine meditative work here. I believe your boy will grow up with tenderness as part of his nature forever.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • carmenc4you
    This touched my heart in so many ways!! A father, a child and a tiny bird. The child , the father and their beloved ... you taught him well. God bless.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Banjohnson89
    This moved me. From bringing home the baby bird I found on the way home to school when I was 7 to watching my papa pass away at 22. Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you.
    LikeReply1 year ago
    • compostken
      Grief
      is a thief thatsteals
      joy from the heart.
      Relentless,
      persistent,
      it
      can tear life apart.
      Serving
      up anger,
      depression
      and pain,
      Interrupting
      pleasure,
      again
      and again.

      An
      acquired appendage,

      attached
      for life, but

      when
      conjoining with

      love defends against strife.

      Creating
      a compassionate soul,
      liberated
      from constipated love,who can conjure up relief when
      in
      need of becoming whole.
       
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • Simeon5
    My comments would add nothing to this except to indicate that I would share this with others at propitious moments. Thank you, Kenneth.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • lovingempath
    After re-reading this...it choked a few tears from me Kenneth. Great, somber message for all ages. Congratulations!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • TheOutlawHalo
    Beautiful poem. I love the balance and the imagery. Such heartfelt emotion yet elegantly presented.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • phumes
    It reads easy and engages ones emotions-it touches upon the human desire for ‘other’ survival and attributes of tenderness, love and compassion; ending with an type of peaceful acceptance for the cycle of life. 
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Lynny
    This poem speaks to me of the history of grief between a parent and their child. The unbreakable bond of knowing, remembering and supporting our loved ones through the grieving process. A poignant but very lovely poem. 
    LikeReply1 year ago

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