My last visit was
Hard and yet magical too
As you grew your wings
No words were spoken
Through your parched, aged lips
Yet you spoke volumes
You grasped my hand
As I held you close, cuddling
You were fully there
I sang to you
Soft and gentle songs of love
As we lay there, close
Tears freely fell
As the meaning of the words
Came into focus
No words were spoken
Through your aged, parched lips
Yet your love was heard
You pushed me away
And though it was hard to do
I honored your wish
I have learned that
One can’t spread their wings on this
Journey when tethered
Letting go is grace
You gave freely all your life
Now it is my turn
Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. She is a newly published poet and poetry commentator. During the pandemic she joined the online poetry community of The Daily Haiku. Poetry has been a lifeline.
