i
Reflecting upon that first
flight away...
all seemed so natural, expected
like any another day.
There must have been elation
a moments trepidation,
but I don’t recall it.
ii
My father was six feet
of good times and bad weather,
wishing me well.
Eyes smiled while I stepped
outside his broad shadow.
My mother looked upon me
with loving wisdom ~ wordless knowledge
I dared not tap,
leaving my nativity
fully in tact.
iii
Years later,
I know what she couldn’t say…
Now, my fathers comforting shadow
has followed
his ashes into the wind,
My mother ~ now a grandma
has remarried a…. (I shall not say!)
iv
Brilliant twinkles blanket
ascensions' forever fields~
Longing to gather each star
and their billions of possibilities.
Traveling dirt road memories
admiring my backwoods' history
and each faded road sign
feeling forlorn,
yet reborn....
Silver trophy winner
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