Bird Mobiles

Bird Mobiles

Fuchsia, yellow, turquoise and purple; sad birds on tired wires spin above me in a desperate ballet

Their soft feathery texture, here to warmly greet me in contrast to the cold hard table where I lay

A presence meant to calm and soothe, forget the void of living without the sound of children’s laughter

Four years lost since my ovarian cancer diagnosis; These mobiles no longer inspire me

In a parallel universe, I’m no longer held prisoner by yesterday’s dream

The notion of motherhood is erased from my mind, while a thousand shades of sunrise paint the sky

In the vast space and spans of time, there is forgiveness and healing

And between the trees, songbirds sing and bright colored birds fly freely without strings