Momma Robin

Momma Bird's blue eggs, 6-9-13

For the second year in a row we have a Momma Robin sitting in a nest she built one night just a few weeks ago.  She sits in it day and night, now, so I am sure she’s got eggs in there.  Last year we had a Momma Robin at the top of our grapevine trellis and she had three babies.

The funny thing is that we have a lighted dragonfly mobile hanging from the center of the trellis, so at night it lights up.  I wonder what the Momma Robin thinks of her nightlight?

While this Momma Robin is sitting on her nest, bringing her new babies into the world I am getting on a plane tomorrow to carry my own mother home, to Pensacola, Florida to bury her ashes at the beautiful Bayview Memorial Park cemetery where we have a family plot of graves.  I was so scattered earlier in the week I even wondered if it would be safe for me to drive.  I told my daughter all I wanted to do was pack my suitcase and weed the back flower bed.  She called that Meditative Packing and Meditative Weeding.  It worked, too!

Now I feel ready to do this, and have a few personal things to slip into the vault with my mother’s ashes.  But it’s still hard, seeing that beautiful young woman so vibrant in her youth, knowing she became old, bent and broken before she died. She did not want to continue living any longer yet made it until she was 95 1/2.  We’ll gather there, on Wednesday of this week, to tell Mama Parks goodbye.  I am grateful to be able to be there to send her off.

About beeconcise

A Southern writer now living in Georgia after many years in the Pacific Northwest.
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