When I Am Gone
Some days I feel
if any essence
of me remains
let it be in the wind -
whether a mild zephyr
or cooling current -
passing gently,
carrying the breath
of flowers or support
for the wings of birds.
Still, if any awareness
stays, I will miss
the touch of family
and many friends.
There is always
a price for freedom
without restraint,
roots or commitments.
Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.
beautiful & thought-provoking
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ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful poem. You have enamored me by the glorious grandiosity of this piece. Great work,
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Touching and heart-felt, Eleanor. Wonderful write. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Loved this piece!
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