by Frank Baugh

Created on: July 09, 2009

She flies

For Betty Ann Berry

Like a kite she flies

Spiraling up toward roiling ominous clouds

Singular and sparkling against the dark

Her face turned heavenward glowing

Her arms outstretched robes flowing

Ever further she grows smaller in our view

We have played out our string until it is gone

But she needs it no more

She is free

Further still

A glistening point against the dark

A bright twinkling star

The clouds sliced open by shafts of light

They close and she is gone from our sight

She waits, now, with all who have gone before

She awaits our taking homeward flight

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