Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
I was 43 before I saw swans in flight
I was born
raised
I loved
was loved
am loved
I carried life
in my swollen belly
in my grateful arms
I saw my parents face time
with grace
and without grace
I have painted seashells
stood my ground
danced terribly
fought and won
and lost
but
I was 43 before I saw swans in flight
owning the concrete sky
as if it were nothing
©2018 by Steve Denehan
Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife Eimear and daughter Robin. He has been published in The First Literary Review, Poets And Poetry, Medusa’s Kitchen and The Poet Community and his poems are to be published in upcoming issues of Sky Island Journal and Third Wednesday.
Makes me want to see swans in flight too! Wonderful work!
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Thanks so much for taking the time to read and to comment Debbie. It means a lot. 🙂
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