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