A New Beginning
© Troy Martin, Jr.
A little egg under her mothers wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop out she came.
Old and new, it was all the same.
Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
Ready to learn of life and everything.
Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
Not knowing of life, and all it's traps.
Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
As she sprang out of the nest, with no buckle.
Back and forth, she swayed, on the ground.
As her mother watched for danger, all around.
She tried and tried until that day.
Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.
The day came, like mother knew it would.
For her child to fly away, like she should.
Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.
Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.
Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.
Under mothers wings once more, did she heal.
The grace of mothers, no one can steal.
By grace did she heal, down to the core.
Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.
She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
She became the strongest sparrow, that ever would be.
The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
She flew, glided and God, did she soar that day.
Happy Monday. I chose this poem today in tribute to my daughter. She is currently going through a tough time. I know she is strong, intelligent, and wants what's best for herself and her daughter. I am sure the day will arrive when I see her soar, just as anyone who knows her true spirit believes for her.
We all have to believe in ourselves, and not look for the easy way out. We all travel on life's many roads, and eventually we come to a crossroads and must make a choice. Dig deep within your soul, and choose to travel the road which is both positive and enduring. When you are raised with morals, and you arrive at a difficult crossroad, fall back upon those morals to see you though it.
Where ever the last Monday of April leads you, make it positive, joyful and please send positive thoughts to my daughter,
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop out she came.
Old and new, it was all the same.
Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
Ready to learn of life and everything.
Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
Not knowing of life, and all it's traps.
Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
As she sprang out of the nest, with no buckle.
Back and forth, she swayed, on the ground.
As her mother watched for danger, all around.
She tried and tried until that day.
Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.
The day came, like mother knew it would.
For her child to fly away, like she should.
Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.
Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.
Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.
Under mothers wings once more, did she heal.
The grace of mothers, no one can steal.
By grace did she heal, down to the core.
Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.
She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
She became the strongest sparrow, that ever would be.
The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
She flew, glided and God, did she soar that day.
Happy Monday. I chose this poem today in tribute to my daughter. She is currently going through a tough time. I know she is strong, intelligent, and wants what's best for herself and her daughter. I am sure the day will arrive when I see her soar, just as anyone who knows her true spirit believes for her.
We all have to believe in ourselves, and not look for the easy way out. We all travel on life's many roads, and eventually we come to a crossroads and must make a choice. Dig deep within your soul, and choose to travel the road which is both positive and enduring. When you are raised with morals, and you arrive at a difficult crossroad, fall back upon those morals to see you though it.
Where ever the last Monday of April leads you, make it positive, joyful and please send positive thoughts to my daughter,
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