Flying away from the nest
by
Paula T.
(Age: 15)
copyright 07-13-2005
Age Rating: 4 to 127
The little girl took several deep breaths.
Here she was, ready to fly away from the nest.
She was excited, yet scared of what lay ahead.
A mixture of excitment and fear mingled and created a gentle river cascading down her cheeks.
Was she ready?
Was this too much for her?
She had awaited this moment her entire life, planned everything from the very beginning.
Yet here it was, and she wasn't sure if she could go on.
What did life have in store for her?
Was she ready to take this big step?
She needed her mother.
What should she do?
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
She looked into her mother's blue eyes.
"Honey, don't be scared. I'll be here if you need me. You know the right thing to do."
And suddenly, she did.
She took several more deep breaths.
When she went down the aisle, she was no longer a little girl.
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MUCH BETTER NOW! I'm glad you made that correction, as this DEFINITLY is worthy of the points! I'm glad you were happy for being featured in the column. Not many people read it anymore :( Makes me sad, lol
The trepidation is something that I felt when I walked down the isle and picked up my high school diploma. And it's the same I'm feeling as I'm feeling out transfer papers to go to a major university from the college I'm at now.
It makes you shake. It makes you fearful. It makes you want to cry.
You shake off the comfort of youth, of childhood...and you dive in head first to see what awaits you. You can never turn back.
You have one error. "Longliness" Should that be loneliness?
Email me when you correct it, and I'll give you praise.
I like the poem! I would love to spreed my wings and fly away but, not all will agree with me no that one. I like the poem even thou I am a Dark reeder and writer myself. Good work Paula!
How sweet and encouraging! How similar to the way I used to think...when I was a girl. :-)
As a mother, I would hope that my "daughter" (if I had one) would grow to a woman before marraige... so she'd be better able to cope with all it had to offer and all it threw her way. :-)
Welcome !
