I nurtured you 

Like you were my own 

Protected too

And one day

I know 

You will fly back to me, 

And land briefly 

I think of you, 

From time to time, 

But it is not, 

A constant ache, 

Like it used to be, 

We mother, 

In many different ways, 

Some grow forests, 

And books, 

Others many children, 

I know now my place in the universe, 

What I was meant to be and do, 

I have and will be a mother, 

to many,

But they land, 

And fly when necessary