Sky!

A man once placed a bird in my hands,

Saying, “You might save a life.”
With a heart full of hope,
And a will to do good,
I gently took it in.

The moment I held that fragile form,
It no longer felt like a bird
But a bond,
A life entrusted to me.

I named it Sky,
A name that whispered freedom,
That spoke of soaring heights.

I asked, I learned,
I did everything I could.
Food, warmth, care,
Prayers whispered like lullabies,
Under sleepless stars.

All I wanted was to see it fly,
To see it live like it was meant to,
Free and fearless.

But as dawn approached,
So did the truth.
Fate had a different plan.
Sky took its last breath,
Cradled in its so called "home"

A silent goodbye.

In that moment, I broke
Not just in grief,
But in understanding.
Responsibility is heavy
When a life depends on you.

And sometimes,
Even love isn't enough
To change what’s written.

Still, I hope
Hope that in another life,
Sky will fly
Higher than ever before.
Stronger. Brighter.
Unbound by fragile wings.

Since then, I’ve seen
What motherhood means
The ache, the effort,
The courage to care
Even when the ending is unknown.

To all mothers,
To all life-savers,
I bow in reverence.

It’s not failure when you try with all you have.
It’s love.
And love
Even in loss,
Is never in vain.

~ Kalrav