For my Sister, who I will always remember as Peter Pan.
Two winding roads brought us here
with twists and turns
unexpected
Like ribbons intertwined
our paths would cross
until
Separately we traveled
each path’s distance
unknown
One winding road leads me on
with bends and forks
unforeseen
My path’s sharp angles
obscure choices ahead
unwritten
Always looking, searching
plagued with questions
unanswered
Looking through your eyes
or you through mine
unblinking
Flight impossible for fear
now you soar with me
untethered
[…] and, as I literally wrote my grief out of myself, other new avenues opened. I even began to write poetry again – for the first time in many, many […]
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[…] itself, wings stretched out full-width, relaxed and at peace. I knew it was her. Ever since she flew back from VA with me this past summer, I know she’s always flying now – doing what she was too afraid to do […]
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Your thought process draws me in to investigate.
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🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Debbie!
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Beautiful.
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Thanks, Katia. This one demanded to be written … most of it on board the plane. I felt her presence like the surrounding notes of my favorite song.
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