After 40
years
Kids we were…
40 years
ago, playful, fun, mean, rowdyMerciless in our labels for others
My father
has put me in a box
All the kids
are blurry through the boxAll the friends of my youth…
The day comes
at last
I tear apart
the box Father not a happy camper
Fly away
Find a treeFertilize the blossoms into an apple
Fly again the apple of my eye tucked in my wings
Far-far away, across the ocean
A new
shimmer on my fur…
Paths
parted, decades go by
One day I
come backA friend brings the old box
Was it this small?
All those years?
Try as she may
To fit me in the box
I am too plump to fit in its confines…
I look at
the mirror deep and long
I smile, the
box on my head Looks like a hair pin
She must have played a sweet joke…
The question is...
Who am I still trying to keep in a box
Whether I do...
Of 40 years of age
What if the who might be
Bigger than life...
Curiosity
Hope
Patience
Tears washing my face anew...
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