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19 Davenport

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"19 Davenport" Spitfires lined in regimental row Amberley in Autumn fuel burns on the runway mirages burn slow Wings counted His Adjutant's pad counts dollars and time, cold and sharp, he salutes lesser ranks, all spit polished, all in neat lines, all in a row he’s trying to sort out God while he marks out steel birds and tanks She keeps her 3 swans close and thinks where after all the road maps on her stomach, she'll eventually go She's thinking, "some Road, this trip" and listens to the clock's seconds tick real slow He counts the hours until he makes it home He'll take the weight off her and read the tiddlers poems Under a mosquito net in Summer She holds number 1 close Davenport is in stasis “Listen to me breathe”, she says The Flight Lieutenant's touring another duty, not home The child listens keenly, breath of a mother's shallow tear drops She says, “Brave girl, Sammells Drive, if I stop” A mother holds her courage in close and tight polar bear hug, a bedtime story of blue faeries and God's Light Lux Vitae Lux That always works until the pain stops (LadyLabyrinth/2019) ljb/klb/mlb/llb 18/9 https://youtu.be/4iuIHZDbz74 Pilfershire Lane/Tara Busch

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Ann Foster

Date: 8/30/2019 10:18:00 AM

Wow. What we give our kids, it the substance of our fluff inside, like Raggy Ann. "I love you" prominent on her heart. This was a beautiful read. Ann

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/30/2019 11:40:00 PM

There is a divine place we all go. I find it even more beautiful that despite the sadness of my mother's passing from cancer at 32yrs, my daughter, was born many years later on the same date as my mother's death. I can't help but think, my mother was close by when my only child and daughter, Georgia was born and this was not planned, nor a coincidence, but something far greater than most of us could comprehend. "All Roads Lead Home" and the common denominator is LOVE. My middle sister was born on my mother's birthday. Thanks for your kind comment.