I flung my arms out wide
to feel the wind
that sun baked day
danced, skirt billowing
cool sand between my toes
I stretched my arms out wide
to erase the fear
eyes locked on yours
step by first step, second, third
you chortled, giggling towards me
I curved my arms out wide
to envelop your leaving self
joyful sad, then turned and watched
the airport swallow you
emptiness descending
I raise these arms
tissue thin sagging skin
eyes search yours
name descending
shawl droops down legs
dancing somewhere
a thin filament
within this brain
disappearing into mist
lillian the home poet 
Awe, good-byes can be so difficult. You make it so familiar.
LikeLiked by 1 person
….so many kinds of goodbyes….
LikeLiked by 1 person
True.
LikeLike
Ah, Lillian – leave it to you to make aging beautiful. Your imagery here – the words make the whole process of entering our golden years much more golden…
Happy Wednesday – is it Wednesday? I’m moving into gold quickly or maybe I’m there and don’t know it:)
Got to get that second cup before kiddie ‘kalamity’ 😉
am:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Tis Wednesday indeed. Thank you Ann Marie. Your readings, your replies, always a pleasure over my first or second cup!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
Such poignancy! ♡♡
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So glad you liked this one. Your one word response is quite wonderful to receive 🙂 Many thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person