Pagosa Springs Artists

Flown Away


Alas, he has gone!

Flown far away.

Not to return for a year and a day.

Perhaps never.


How will my spirit Carry on?

This dear son gone,

Perhaps forever.


His cheery smile has disappeared.

His footsteps, ghosts in my stair.

How alone I now feel.

Perhaps ever.


Foolish heart,

You know the words,

You can’t cage wild birds;

They need to fly

Hush, my soul.


Don’t you cry.

Birds have wings,

But so do minds.


And so do I....

To fly to reverie,

To re-live the memories,

I too have wings.


...for a faraway son


first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

also published in GLORY IN THE ORDINARY Chapbook

©1997 Bonnie Manion


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