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.
