The Wings of Change is a poem written by my late mother (Teresa Denton). At the time I was returning to teaching after working in tourism for many years and I was feeling a little unsettled.
I am so proud to have inherited my mother’s love of writing and miss celebrating our shared passion with her.
A little bird stood on the edge of the nest,
“I don’t know if I will be able to fly.”
Mother bird prodded: “You do your best,
You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
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There comes a time in all our lives
When we look around & yearn for more.
We think, we plan & a need for change arrives.
We arise from the bed & open the door……
*****
Life is not built with bricks & steel,
Each event & each change will play a part.
Always reach out & strive for the ideal,
It is surely built with each new start.
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Mother didn’t know if her chick would fall,
Her wings were strong & she could not stay.
The life lay ahead & she must heed the call,
She flapped her wings & flew away!
T.D. 2004
Dear Dawn,
Here’s hoping that all your dreams for tomorrow will come true.
I know that doors will open, but let’s hope that the right one will open up soon. I know that you will succeed in whatever you try.
Let me know if there is anything I can do.
Lots & lots of love,
Mommy.
Every year on World Aids Day (1st December), mom wrote an HIV / Aids poem, and this collection can be found on Amazon.
I feel like she could be talking to me when I read this!! What a beautiful poem. Your mum had such a wonderful way with words. As do you.
Sending lots of love. Xxx
Ahh…that’s so sweet to say Pet! Thank you.