Childhood Footsteps…
Did I just grab the tail end of a plane
as it took off?
Am I soaring high above the earth?
How or why I am doing this
I cannot tell
I should not be able to breathe
My body should freeze at this altitude
Yet the air feels soft, gentle
Helping me to hold on
It wants me here to witness
The earth below in all its glory
At the same time
to know how it feels
To be free of all restraints
The clouds brush against my skin
The soft touch of cotton wool
Childhood footsteps
run through my mind
reminding me of mother’s gentle touch
the air pulls me forward
old memories drift away
I can feel my soul rewriting my future
As I let go of the plane…
©AnitaDawes2023
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Wow, that was powerful. Well done Anita. 🙂
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Thanks Debby, Anita writes lovely poetry. The only thing she can still do, these days, bless her…
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Hugs ❤
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Terrific poem, Anita. This child is within all of us.
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Anita sends her thanks, John, as do I…
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Beautifully captured, Jaye. 🤗
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Anita did well with this one, Gwen…
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This is truly lovely. Hugs.
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Thank you, Teagan…
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