You Became The Bird
And when the light
Began to fade
In sunset's silence,
I felt your touch.
Fingertips became
Feather tips and your
Breath turned to
A gentle breeze.
And you passed
Into air, lifted
On a wing
And a prayer.
I watched you
Ascend, borne by
Heaven currents on
Soft wing, gentle
Beating, replacing
Your resting heart.
I wrote this poem with tears in my eyes. Remembering my daughter Milla and the day she ascended on soft wing, borne Heaven wards.
Why does life become so infused with grief? Some days the pain and heartache become so overwhelming. Thank you for your kindness. It always helps.
God bless you Milla.
Love you always. xxxxxx .
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