My bird flies home.

I'm looking at you.
Where does the time go?
On taking us there,
The to and the fro.

On rushing you ready,
You grumble, I moan.
On shopping and chores,
In moments alone.

On cleaning and washing,
Wiping and feeding,
Through precious moments,
We are now blindly speeding.

I miss our time,
Holding hands as we walked,
The giggles, the smiles,
Lighting eyes as we talked.

So I cherish in the moments,
You still curl in to me.
When my bird flies home,
And sets my heart free.