"The hearts of the children
shall turn to the fathers..."
...and to the mothers.
With siblings still at rest in my nest,
I'm blessed, but missing the others.
I yearn for the fledglings' return to me,
those lately-flown few
who've soared far from my nursing,
my gentle rehearsing of verses and truth,
the stuff of their youth.
They've now outgrown
my yearning heart
and I am necessarily
learning the art of letting fly
while holding on
to the promise of their hearts turning...
knowing they're gone, but off and on returning
quieting my yearning.