It was a day like any other day
an early Monday afternoon in May –
and she was already dancing with the Angels
as her mother read that farewell letter.
She fell limply from the white cliffs
to the ocean whose waves gently bathed her feet,
their susurration a farewell prayer,
then taking flight she rose,
soaring skyward –
riding the winds with wide spread wings
like a white seagull.
The last heartbeat whispered
“Forgive me, Mom
Now I’m happy”
© Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
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My poem was based on a true story.
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I guess only the heartbeat of depression take way to the wings. Nice thank you.