Patrick Wescott

Flight Of Crows (2006)

The green glow of spring
hides what happens inside.
New life explodes
to herald in your end.

Fragments of your life,
we've reunited to watch.
A father's children,
yet the roles are reversed.

Only as you slip away
have we become family.
Put the past to rest
and this is your last gift.

We will help guide you,
rest easy as we comfort.
Hush and hear the caw,
it's time for you to fly home.

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

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