Whispering Wings
I hear the flapping of wings
As your heart starts to sing
A light tickle on the back of my ear
I can tell that your presence is near
A calming touch on the shoulder
Once warm has grown colder
Not by choice, you left so fast
I knew that the disease wouldn't last
I know now that you're better
Running around with your hair getting wetter
A simple whisper of your wings will do
As I ask, mom is that you
Copyright © Michael Price | Year Posted 2022
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