If you care to listen to me read the poem, just click on the link below and wait a few seconds for it to begin:
The hardest part was letting you go,
knowing that once you sailed so high
it would be impossible not to try again.
With each pass you made, you soared
higher, more effortlessly; sweet-scented
beeswax noticeable as the air grew warmer.
Arms outstretched as if embracing the sun,
you changed course and flew even closer
before you shifted abruptly, a quick turning
of wings, now fighting the unexpected wind
with young muscles tensed and determined
to hold the course.
The descent was swift.
A feather fell
and then another.