Wings of Freedom
By moonmama
An old woman am I My days spent now I've done much, seen much Asked for little Raised my family Worked my farm My husband dead Since 1981 I am old Tired Tonight as I lay in my lonely bed In my quiet room I dreamed of flying Looking down at the old farm below I tentatively step from my branch Flying Climbing ever higher I feel my oldness slipping away I feel my bones becoming lighter Soaring now, I catch the wind Beneath snowy wings One last look, and I leave My old woman's body behind Inhabiting the wings of an eagle Finally, I have what I want.... Freedom Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 09:54 AM PST 0 • 13
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