December 25, 1968 · September 25, 2001
Let Go
I hold you close to my heart, tightly, protected
You will feel safe and loved,
Or so I believe.
Your wings bend in my grasp.
I try to maintain my hold as you struggle to get free.
I feel your heart beating faster.
Talons mark my face as you take flight to freedom.
I watch you fly high catching the wind
escaping upward disappearing from my sight.
So content. So free.
I could not hold you any longer.
You forced freedom upon me.
My demands had been too great.
I tried to keep you for myself.
I touch my cheek - tears mingle with blood.
I feel the pain, the loss, the emptiness.
But you return after your quest
and gently fall into my arms contented.
Tenderly nuzzle my cheek
to soothe the pain and remove the loss.
A new understanding
No longer to own as a possession,
but to cherish as a gift.
A trust formed of knowing you will return,
If I just let go.