by Cheryl Merrick
Finding wings a hindrance
for life on the ground,
I give them up
to live with him.
Clumsily, I hobble over to the window.
I look up, pining, into the sky
longing to soar with grace again.
He comes,
presenting me tenderly
with a large white box --
my wings!
*husband freeing me of details so I can study and write
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