I open my palm, release into blue skies
melodious notes that drift back to me,
harmonize as I become smaller;
have faith you'll wing back
just as flaming sumac entices the Bluebird.
My heart line is deep and strong;
even a bit selfish. Either way,
I gave my heart long ago
and each parting, each journey,
makes it both fragile and strong.
by Margaret Bednar, July 17, 2015
My children have taken wing this summer, some temporarily, two have flown my nest for good. Below is a Facebook link to my son's two person band "The Messy Beds".
This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Let's Find Our Poetic Voice".