My Take
DiVoran Lites
I heard a bird call with the most resonant
Song I ever heard and saw it on the tree.
The bird didn’t see me. Then another one
Winged in with a piece of plastic in her beak.
I knew she was soon to be a mother
But I didn’t move or speak.
She zoomed into a Carolina wren nest
She had built in an aloe plant.
We discovered one egg one day, and
The next another—every day, one more
Until there were four, and she couldn’t
Lay any more. The nest was full.
We checked the birds every day.
Suddenly, one morning a head no bigger
Than the tip of my pointer finger wobbled.
Soon the nest was full of beaks and
Beady eyes, feathers, and wings. It seemed to expand
Like a womb with a growing child. Parent’s cries rang,
“In-coming, in-coming,” as they delivered bugs
And the nest began to peep. I went to look,
Soon even the expanding nest was too small.
I saw a tiny perfect wing. I heard the father calling
“Flying is the thing.” I thought soon we would
See nestlings fledging. But oh, it was not to be.
The next morning, everyone was gone,
No beady eyes peeking out at us.
No cleaning the nest of tiny balls
No more serenades
All gone.
Empty Nest.
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DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”
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