When the question was posed, “What does love feel like?”—all I could think was it feels like seeing a cool bird and wanting to tell him about it.
A few weeks later, I would listen to my son sing his own original song, Honeybird. I made up a few verses which made his world. And wouldn’t you know it? All the best lullabies never do get made. I wrote this poem later that night.❤
it feels like seeing a moment,
a beautiful bird
and wanting to tell him
all about it—
love.it looks like roses and shades of blue, bird watching from the dinner table,
heartbreak you hold together—
love.it flies like time and it doesn’t,
but you cherish the rise and fall of normal,
of hearts beating in chests,
of doing summer and winters,
all weather—
love.it sounds like the song, Honeybird, made up by our son, one word over and over, inspired by days spent over and over in the garden you and I made up together before the sound of children in our home—
love.it takes off like laughter into the sky, head tilted back, crow’s feet and all, and it’s sweet and it’s risky, all this happiness spread between us, can it always stay this good? it jolts me awake just to remind me of nightmares and everything I have to lose—
love.Honeybird, Honeybird,
-S.V.F. (Honeybird)
Honeybird
never a more simple or intricate song.
Honeybird, Honeybird,
Honeybird.
maybe it does feel like flying afterall—
love.
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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