Fly - Living a Dream

 

Fly  by Melissa Campbell

He didn't know when he woke that morning

his childhood dream would take off down a runway,

climb out smooth and trace a path through the heavens

in first flight solo with his Dad looking down

and Mom and I on the ground,

proud tears running.

I held my breath and wondered

what it must be like to take on wings,  

to cruise the clouds and coast the winds.

soar into the sun like the eagle,

to lift and rise and paint the skies,

leave a trail across God's canvas,

stretched wide without an easel.

When he touched again the earthy realm,

heart spilling full the rush of adrenaline,

and aviators peeking from under the flap of a denim pocket,

I looked past the wing and caught a hint

of wild blue lingering in the depths of chocolate brown

and knew my dear Daddy

was flying high with the answer.

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