The wings embrace air above and below. The occasional dance with gravity jerks me back from a place that I'm trying to keep fresh in my mind. A place where people know me and love me. A place that I am a daughter, a sister and Aunt Annie.
I'm flying back to open arms, but empty rooms. These rooms remind me of the distance and separation from family.
My eyes play checkers with the land below. The light from the setting sun slowly starts to soften on darkening clouds. We are on the descend.
One arm reaches back for family while the other reaches forward to a place a live with the man I love.
Happy Mother's Day to all of you.
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6 comments:
Loved your entry. Thinking of you and missing you too. ME
So beautiful!
Thanks,
Laura
That was eloquently stated. Lovely.
Beautiful. Happy Monday!
I hope you have the bestest trip ever! Sounds great so far, lol!
Beautifully stated. I am still lucky enough to live close to my family, but I know it is inevitable that we will be moving soon. Probably within the next year and a half, and I have no clue how far away we will have to go.
I do hope you had a wonderful time with your family. <3
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