Flying High
FLYING HIGH
My home ...
an empty nest
Permanent reminders of you
scattered around like fallen twigs
Old school photographs
bring a lump to my throat
You have spread your wings,
flown the nest, broadened your horizons
Like a Swallow
I hope you will return again one day soon
My best free verse from May 2018
sponsored by Laura Loo
5/10/18
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