From My Perch
From my Perch
From my perch, I watch you, my little one, perched on a higher branch now, taller than I could have imagined.
I remember when you fit snugly under my wing, a tiny, bright-eyed spark, curious about the world.
Now, you look out with a wisdom I only dreamed of having, wings trembling with the urge to fly.
I can see that your’e ready- ready to leap, to explore, to embrace the skies that call you.
But, from here, my heart aches, knowing that the nest will soon be empty.
I am not ready to watch you leave, to see those wings spread wide and carry you far from the branches we shared.
Yet, as much as it pains me, I know that you must go, that your spirit is meant to soar.
From my perch, I see how ready you are to soar and how hesitant I am to let you go.
From my Perch, 8 x 10”, Encaustic, Brass, Resin, mono print and collage on cradled wood panel
From my Perch
From my perch, I watch you, my little one, perched on a higher branch now, taller than I could have imagined.
I remember when you fit snugly under my wing, a tiny, bright-eyed spark, curious about the world.
Now, you look out with a wisdom I only dreamed of having, wings trembling with the urge to fly.
I can see that your’e ready- ready to leap, to explore, to embrace the skies that call you.
But, from here, my heart aches, knowing that the nest will soon be empty.
I am not ready to watch you leave, to see those wings spread wide and carry you far from the branches we shared.
Yet, as much as it pains me, I know that you must go, that your spirit is meant to soar.
From my perch, I see how ready you are to soar and how hesitant I am to let you go.
From my Perch, 8 x 10”, Encaustic, Brass, Resin, mono print and collage on cradled wood panel
From my Perch
From my perch, I watch you, my little one, perched on a higher branch now, taller than I could have imagined.
I remember when you fit snugly under my wing, a tiny, bright-eyed spark, curious about the world.
Now, you look out with a wisdom I only dreamed of having, wings trembling with the urge to fly.
I can see that your’e ready- ready to leap, to explore, to embrace the skies that call you.
But, from here, my heart aches, knowing that the nest will soon be empty.
I am not ready to watch you leave, to see those wings spread wide and carry you far from the branches we shared.
Yet, as much as it pains me, I know that you must go, that your spirit is meant to soar.
From my perch, I see how ready you are to soar and how hesitant I am to let you go.
From my Perch, 8 x 10”, Encaustic, Brass, Resin, mono print and collage on cradled wood panel