Fly Away
I feel the wind on my face.
Close my eyes.
Slip away.
The world drops below,
Into the clouds.
How funny,
It seems,
To think that it meant so much,
Everything below.
From here
It is different.
From here
It is calm.
No longer running,
One place to the next.
“What if?”
“I must”
No.
What matters is here,
Outside
In the wind.
 


Gram
06/07/2011 21:23

This is beautiful and such a lovely granddaughter that wrote it.
Love Gram

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