My baby flew away today with hardly a look back at me.
Motionless, I whispered “I love you.”
He waved and then abruptly he was gone.
I’m not ready! My heart heavy. I am not able
to see him there,
in the clouds
he is spinning golden dreams,
twirling with anticipation and joy,
a steady song on his lips.
And my boy flew straight up and away.