Oh she says Oh

When they ask me how I am handling the empty nest, I think:  This baby bird was born in flight.

  

Oh she says Oh

Now I get it. 

I must leave this place

Next to the mountains,

Take Spanish,

Listen to the words

Of Mother Teresa,

Now dead,

But still wise.

Oh

She says

Oh

I must bloom

Where I am planted.

Oh

She says

Oh

Now I get it.