You’re ready to fly with wings now strong,
What if your feathers aren’t green and gold,
Or glossy as they used to be!
Healed from cruel blows,
You’re now strong enough
To face high winds, and soar away free
This parting will hurt I know!
But still, I’m happy to see you
Touch the cerulean sky once more
Dipping in currents warm and cold,
Fly away to your family,
Around a waiting hearth!
And when you reach,
Their bosom warm,
Think of me, far apart.
Forget me not, O worldly traveler
As you mingle with friends, new and old,
I will, miss you.
In another time,
Another life awaits,
Perhaps, we’ll meet again.
The longing joy,
Of that sweet dream,
Makes our parting less forlorn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A charming piece Anita, thanks for sharing it with us, 10 Lynda xx