Birds First Flight

Once she trudged with me to school,
through a biting winter's day;
Felled by ice, I never dreamt
she knew of tears. All I could do
was join with her but not know why.

Some days would surely have been hard
to wave one colored flag enough.
Each of us knew we were favorites;
Birthdays were pastas with ice cream,
Burgers and chocolates, or simply a
night out depending on royalty's visit.

When we thrust our bayonets
with quick remorse unrealized;
She'd stand in silent reverie,
sharing Mona Lisa's secret.

In time she made cakes of Meringue
With sugar's visit overstayed,
She served us feather-weighted bricks;
Our forks could only cut the angry
lines across our palms.
And even though denied our sweets,
we sat and cried the red away;
The best dessert in memory.

Would never be her choice to leave
three adults left three children poor.
My bird's first flight does not rejoice
in safety's nest to drop below;

For I would gladly give all back
To hide my face in her skirt once more.