To Give You Wings

Last night around the dinner table, my daughter, who had just come home from her religious education class, started talking about Lent, which begins today. She said she decided that instead of giving something up, she would like to help more around the house, clearing the table, vacuuming, doing the laundry. I agreed that sounded like a great idea (what mom wouldn’t love more help around the house, after all?!). But then I sat there looking at her and wondering how the heck she grew up so fast. My baby is gone and in her place is a beautiful young lady with a heart of pure gold. If you know me well, you know I don’t say things like that very often, or lightly. This poem is for her, my forever Lady P’ruggs.

To Give You Wings

I can hear the fragile flutter
Of your tiny, timid wings
A whisper at the first beat
Then steady as a drum
Just yesterday
You let me catch you
When you wavered on the ledge
Only now I sense you breaking
Free and out of line
And I wonder if you’ll look
My way
When your time’s
No longer mine

*Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.