To a Young Finch

To be hungry! Yet unable to fly—
a fledgling finch in the nest, wings fluttering!

How soon will the world be yours—
the sky, all your dominion, the earth, your horn of plenty!

Remember, little one, your first mother who fed you
from her own mouth, from her belly

everyday, without tiring, so you would live
to call this spring your own.

Jane Beal
La Casa Flora * 4.28.12

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