Pert and Prim, you’ve grown up so fast With feathers full and fluttered wings, Moms know childhood doesn’t last First steps, first flights, are precious things.
Your nest that seemed so big to you Is feeling cramped and lacking space, Your sibling can be irksome, too You need room and your own place.
Mama comes less often now Her hard work is almost done, To fly high and swift she’ll show you how And what to do in moon and sun.
I hope I catch you in your quest To take your leave and ply the air, I’ll fondly note your empty nest And remember, once, you both were there.
Dede Ranahan
Note: Pert, on the right and sitting outside the nest, took wing on the 4th of July. Prim, on the left, is still thinking about it.
