The swing is her launchpad
The sand, soft and sliding will be her landing
She flings herself into the air
they all will
and well before I am ready
but I will always try to be nearby
sometimes to help them back up
to brush them off
and sometimes to just let them know that they are not alone.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
without wings
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6 comments:
that, my dear, is a kickass photo.
Great photo and the poem is so full of meanings! Love the combination.
You've really captured the energy of this. Fantastic shot.
What an amazing shot, so sharp and yet full of motion and energy.
ouch for the knees! yay for the image and her spirit :)
Fantastic shot! Great catch. :-D
Great post, too.
A.
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