Telling Me To Fly

Grief visits me in the dark of the night I have lost you and you're out of sight You are my friend, like family Now you're gone, I just can't see Dark, so dark, I must march through With thanks for all my time with you Our laughter, fun and understanding We shared so long, was outstanding There were others, no chance for goodbye Now you are on the list, as I try To keep going, feeling aftershock To fly alone, but to feel the flock Of birds that soar across the sky I hear you above, telling me to fly Heidi Sands 11/29/23