Tuesday, March 21, 2017

River

















I named my daughter River
her eyes are bright and shine
and sometimes when I look at her
I can't believe she's mine.

But she's an angel I'm only borrowing
her love's not just for me
and someday too soon I know
I'll have to set her free.

For now I'll hold her in my arms
and sing her lullabies
until she's ready for the world
and spreads her wings and flies.

~Becky Robbins

Photo: "Spring Stream", South Bridgton, Maine, by Becky Robbins.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Wild



You’re free now.
Go wild. 
Go wild like the starlight
rushing trillions of miles
to shine in your eyes.
Go wild like the wind 
whispering through pines
and howling through coyotes.
Go wild like the owl
listening for the beat
of the rabbit’s racing heart.

You’re free now.
Go wild.
Let the wind from your wings
lift the flock behind you.
Let the dawn wake you up
to sing.
Shout like thunder
after every lightning strike.
And keep running
like the river
to the sea. 

~Becky Robbins

Photo: "Muddy River", Naples, Maine by Becky Robbins.