Learning to Fly

I, was once your chariot queen

Strong arms bore warm taffy skin that

hummed with uncharted energy

Too soon, sinew and bone was preferred.

You, shot out like a cannon and never looked back

And we, kept pace beside you

Righting you when you needed

But you rarely did

For me, the training wheels came off way too soon

But your balance defied gravity

And so, I watched as your ever expanding reach carried you further and further away.

Today, the test drive was bittersweet

And while we were there to help you navigate the sticky pitch,

you signed on the dotted line.

And as I watched you speed away,

the scent of warm taffy skin welled up in my heart,

and my arms ached, just a little,

with the memory of holding you.