"If I was a dead bird, what would you do?"

www.3rdEyeFoto.com - Kaelin and his birdie - this one fell our of a tree -
and a day or so later , they both fell asleep, and only one of them awoke ...

My young son leaves his child-like plea for help upon a piece of art paper

"If i was a dead bird, what would you do?" is what he has to simply say

How many boys have plunged to untimely deaths, after sadly falling prey?

A world so caught up in yester and tomorrow, that there is not even a today.

I must forgive myself for screeching like a banshee, " I wish you were dead."

What absolute trash to be kept inside of this protective Mother's hurting head

Any clear-minded person would know that my heart was sick and tired in bed

And, something hurtful was all that my unwise self had left to immaturely say

How easy it is to get caught up in our own man-made fears of lies and abuse

So much so .. that we somehow feel justified to fling hurtful and harmful things 

Tearing apart our safe nest and pulling precious feathers from wounded wings

Forgetting the sweet music of blessed bird as he fearlessly flies high and sings

Knowing in our hearts of healing hearts, that there is certainly no justified excuse

For when we repay another, be it mother, brother, sister or own blessed child

With wicked words of a sharp-tongued heart, closed and untended and wild

We give not just cause for conscious behaviour or love upon us, that has smiled

Any parent or person that feels so unloved that they would cast stones at un-grown

In their own loveless lives, has not enough tenderness, been often enough shown 

Once we forgive ourselves and our emotions we wisely choose  to responsibly own

We are free to love ourselves and our innocent children, before death's wishes are filed!

Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

Rather than feel sad and sorry and ashamed of my silly and irrational behaviour, I am sharing my elation in finding my son's "Help," as scribbled in his art book. With over half a dozed pairs of seeing eyes that he so wisely etched into the paper. Along with those telling words that this healing heart shall always remember: "If I was a dead bird, what would you do?"

p.p.s.

There is a story that i am soon to share, as well .. Right after my beloved Mommy passed away, a few frightful years ago, I broke up with my rage-feuled fiance and constantly angry x for my own sanities sake. My amalgam fillings from childhood - starting falling out. My son fell in love with a wee and wounded bird. This gentle friend and my 9 year young son, hurting so ..  not able to yet, really able to voice his feelings or emotions that are still slowly awakening ... were quite "the birds of a feather." 

One day that little baby orphan fell out of a tree. Soon, to live in a box beside my son's head, at his side of the bed. Yet, mostly, within the long, blond locks of his rich, lustrous hair. Until ...

And, that is one more story .. that needs to one bold day, be so beautifully ... told. 

K.M.