I was different from the others,
Once I lived in a shell,
It was ok most of the time,
Till the thunder
It rumbled, then,
"PHEW"
It seeped in to the shell,
I learnt to hold my breath,
Then I stretched and
Crack,
Creak,
"WOW"
That first steps a big one!!!
I'll take the back door thank you,
As I waddle upon twigs and sticks,
"Mamma"
"Mamma"
"WOW"
What floor is this,

"Little one of feather and beak"
"You are twenty feet up"
"Any lower and we are cat feed"

Gulp as I looked over the edge down below.

"Now you were safe within your little shell"
"This is the wide world"
"Full of wonder but danger as well"

What are these things that hang from me mum,

"They are feather my little one"
"With these you will feel the wind beneath your feet"

Can I fly right now?

"No little one"
"You must learn to walk"
"Before air glides beneath feet"

Mother looked on with proud eyes as her little one
With small claws did try fumbled, fell,
But always got up.
Time passed a day or two, feathers dry
And feet were working too,

"Now little one are you ready to be free"
"To soar upon the winds up their"

"What mama"
 "You want me to do what"

But I don't like heights,
I never go near the edge of the nest,
Like my bro and sister who have already taken flight.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

"I want to mamma"

"I believe in you son"

So with pride in heart and my mothers
Words in my mind,
I looked at the edge of twigs and leaves
I stepped forward, then back
Then remembered mama's words.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

And with that moment in mind,
I stepped,
Feathers out proudly as feet met air
And I opened my eyes
I was free.........
I was one with the wind and clouds
I had conquered my fears as mamma said.

"Soar high my little feather"
"You have made a mamma proud"

I heard her voice and tweeted with happiness
The ground was my fear, but the air was my freedom.

Could I word it, I tried a thousand times,
What came forth was not what was
Expected. a quick removal spell was
Needed with all, they weren't life
Just words taken form.

"Abracadabra"

I tried as I must, for what are words
But power under breath, and I
breathed a lot, hands and knees greeted
The floor more times than you wish
To know. I would ponder the thoughts
And the way each part told.

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo"

But was it my wording, my accent playing
A part in all spells going wrong, was
It to much  to ask for just one thing to
Happen right not wrong.

"Alakazam"

So many to be said, different things to
Do, which one would work on what
I wondered or who.
"Dam this stick"
"Dam this book"
"Dam these words"
"SIGH"
I want to do this trick to make a wish come true.

"Open sesame"

And with that one word I had spelt all was
What was meant to be,
not guessing, mumbling, unrecognizable words
I had spelt it out, used thought and in that moment
All that I wanted.
"A rose for my mummy"  
Appeared in a petal of rainbow colours
That smelt like popcorn sweet not sugar mind you.
Given to her on mothers day, hi mum what do you think.