I feel him pulling
Moving away
Gently he slips
In directions
Opposite me
Testing his wings
Determined and courageous
The look in his eyes
Reveals fear of
Full flight
No longer
My little boy
Always my baby
No matter how
Far from me
The universe
Takes him
Of typical concern
My own human flaws
Hoping my guidance
Has properly prepared him
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Too many used to be’s
Faded away with
Time
Not enough now’s
To sustain us
Into tomorrow
Image – Wings of dust
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I missed her birthday; first time in thirty-seven years. I wonder if she can forgive me. I wonder if she would understand if I were to tell her that while I thought of her, I simply hadn’t the will to get out of bed, go out into the world, into the store and read through [...]
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A small little town, quaint in fact, once she actually ventured in and took the time to look around; but still, it felt like a temporary stop on her way to nowhere. The trees bursting in full fall regalia, before the barren grey of winter sets in, and for this natural wonder in all its [...]
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