Sunday, May 9
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.