Gentle Warrior

Gentle Warrior

A warrior weaves her life in words
Composed upon the page,
A ballad sung of battered birds
Confined within a cage.

Both scared and spent—one scarred, one bent—
They struggle t’ward the light.
She gently soothes their discontent
And questions not her plight.

Through trials and tears, her soul is torn.
The price of freedom stings.
Then, finally, love’s seed is borne.
Two eagles spread their wings.

The Warrior Mom has set them free.
They’re not afraid to try.
She hears their song above the tree.
Her heart soars as they fly.

  

[Alternating lines of Iambic Tetrameter and Trimeter]

[Written for my dear friend Pat ~ Rejoice always! ]