mine

I stepped out of my front door this morning to find half of a cracked open Robin egg, and was reminded of my childhood attempt to keep a small abandoned nest of Robin eggs warm on the steps leading to our carport. My son now also has a fascination with bird eggs, Robin's in particular.

There a few more versions of this floating around my mind today. Feeling humble and nostalgic. 

mine

Robin egg blue sparks
first maternal instinct
four-year-old me attempts to make
this abandoned nest mine

failing
I've hatched two who
might try the same


©Erin Croley