43 Years

close up of swan wing

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.

2 Comments on “43 Years

  1. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and to comment Debbie. It means a lot. 🙂

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