Wings and Feathers

 

You are braided through my life

with wings and feathers -

always flying off to

Somewhere Else,

where I cannot follow.

We grew up together,

journeyed together,

souls in transit,

me learning too late

what I needed to know

back then,
alas and alack.

Slowly, my hair turned
the colour of

silvery ash. I am wiser,

now, but the thing about life is,

there is no
going back.

for the Sunday Muse

Thinking of my children, fellow voyagers, and how young I was, in my 30's, trying to raise four kids on my own.