Falling

Category: Writing

With one wing she is falling

A body is calling.
Laughing, and crawling,
walking and talking,
blinking and thinking.

Learning yearning and burning.
First driving, then wiving,
and all through the waiting,
the aging and mating…

The tears she’s been crying,
are because she knows flying.

- Nancy Carroll

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