Unfed Nestling

I was baby, openmouthed bird
I did not trigger your giving.
Something's terribly wrong...
.....Shame......
Nature's rejection.

These are my true feelings:
Should I then fight them.....in all their biological might?

---Respectfully......Yes.... fight them.
Better yet, enclose them
In the breadth of your concern
In what you've felt for your own little ones
In your knowledge of larger truths.

The patch of red, signalling 'need'
Was not seen by anxious parents.

But Life today becomes your Friend
And your shame becomes softness of heart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

....always looking for antidotes to painful memories.

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