WINGS… a poem/ballad

It was just an old shirt and worn out old hat

Folded up and sitting on a shelf

The last time I touched em

Was when I moved to this house

And that was a few years ago

***

She was so curious exploring all the time

As she wondered from room to room

Looking for treasures, at least in her mind

Hoping to find something new

***

I was sitting on the porch swing enjoying the day

Sipping on a glass of sweet tea

When my little granddaughter came laughing my way

Saying, “Papa… Look what I found!  Do you see?”

***

And I thought that my heart would jump out of my chest

When I saw what granddaughter wore

It was all I could do to hold back the tears

While emotions constricted my core

***

She jumped on my lap and hugged me so tight

While the tears escaped down my face

She never knew her mother

But the resemblance was strong

And my mind went to another place

***

“Papa, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?”

She said as she hugged me again

I said, “These were your mother’s.” 

As I pointed to the clothes

You remind me of her way back when

***

We sat for awhile

And listened to the birds

And watched as the wind blew the leaves

I said a silent prayer

And looked up to Heaven

Where I know my daughter has wings

Angel, Woman, Wing, Female, Angel Figure

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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