Poem 11/14/2020

Like chicks
From a tree
Flying free.

What is joy
But to see
One’s family

It’s happening
To you and me.

We soar
As eagles
Triumphantly.

Letting go
Still cherishing
These memories.

Room to breathe
Need we.

‘Tis part of living with
Thee.

As it was always
Meant to be.

Like chicks
From a tree
Flying free.

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