When she was young
she loved to lay in wide open spaces,
intently gazing far away into the sky.
With a divinely silent patience
she would search the deep blue, seeking one thing.
Upon finding her treasure up there so high,
she'd gleefully shout,
' Look Daddy! There's one!
An angel trail. '
I, laying on the earth beside her,
would look up to where she pointed.
Seeing the vapor trail of a passing jet,
I would smile, and say,
' Yep! There goes another angel flying by. '
Such a simple, pure satisfaction,
the wonderful catalyst of great joy,
for her, and for me.
To this day whenever we see contrails
floating sublimely overhead,
we both say, ' Look. Angel trails. '
And I always smile,
for my daughter,
and those sweet heavenly lines in the sky,
connecting us forever together.
I remember seeing a low-budget western movie years ago. A lonely scene, out in the desert, with cowboys and covered wagons... and a contrail up in the sky.
line 2: I say use 'lie', not 'lay', though LOTS and LOTS of others would use 'lay' as well. Some verb conjugations [WHATEVER 'conjugation' means! ! ] are especially easy to 'misuse', even for ME! bri ;)
POD brought a revisit from me to this ever so beautiful poem. Heartiest of Congrats on POD, Smoky! BTW, Gerard Kerouac actually experienced heavenly visions while looking up at the sky. The nuns recorded them!
Smoky, heartiest congratulations! This poem well deserves the recognition of Member Poem of the Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anything that links father and daughter is a good thing. Reading this poem gives one a deeply satisfying feeling. Thanks for posting this.