In flight, I spread my dreams from my heart to my wingsthey catch the wind and dance about
near clouds, above the seas
they might form a rainbow
or a fiery cry
from a brand new baby.
They might give another bird strength
it needs to fly.
My dreams, my simple freedoms
They are me, I am them.
Just the breeze and my wings...
finally.
*photo and poem for my beautiful grandmother Helen, who passed recently. May she always inspire me to be the best woman I can be
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2 comments:
Katie, this is so beautiful...like her soul soaring higher and higher. Thank you for sharing with us this amazing woman who inspires you to be all you already are. xo
That gave me feathers. I'm sorry to hear of your loss and since she can inspire this in you I've no doubt you will be.
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