There are weeds in the garden
yet hair on the office chair
Dust on the piano
but not on the computer keyboard
Some things ignored, some completed
I hear your laughter here in the silence
and I am grateful
you are back nestled under my wing
I set you up to fly away
And when that day comes
know you will always have
a nest here to come back to
And when your heart broken in pieces
you will find solace without
violence
Carry self-acceptance
and love of self
Fly out into the world
without bitterness
or desperation
And color the palate of the sky
with your broken, beautiful wings
There are weeds in the garden
there will always be
Fly little bird
but not too far away
from me
Busted Flip Flops 