‘the Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me - they held me as I slept; they soothed me when the days were long, and mother’s blue-eyes wept. A baby girl, six months or less, awakened from my sleep - stood up legs as sure as hope; as strong as flat is steep. My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail so I could peek outside – the bluest sky I’d ever seen, As tall as it was wide; came into view - between the blue, an airplane gliding by, its smoky streamer like a flag, across my memory’s sky... The memory is a simple one - a window, sky, and plane - but in my heart, it's heaven's door and there it shall remain. I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall Between that life and this – It covers every hole I’ve dug In sorrow’s vast abyss. This picture brings the special peace I knew when I was small – Where mother’s just beyond the door, and waiting for my call… *Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it always...