A flicker and a flash came to me
when you crossed the intersection to the other side
Leaving the room full of ghost bumps.
You're off to earn your angel PHD;
Unbound from the body, wearing a misty memory.
I've come to build a bridge
To where you are and have evidence
That walks with me now.
Gravity may pull,
But when the willows bend
And we are open to the winds,
There is a new beginning at hand
That frees all sorrows.
© 07-Jan-2008 Sonja J. Phinney (for my Dad)
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