shrilly zinging
at breakneck speeds
to descend earthward in delight,
only to turn about face upward
so fast as to alarm
even split second timing

straight up
winged flight dizzies
Look at me mom look at me

fly

solo soars
now more often than not,
apron strings flap wildly
barely he is tied by the need for
mother’s appreciation

so momma prayed
that each day given
not be the one when he
would double dare
the sun

and until thirty six days into
his twenty ninth year
her prayers were answered

now as ashen remains are safely gathered
forever after to have and to hold,
denial’s inward gaze embraces the picture
of his tiny open mouth
waiting to suckle

but love insists she lift her head
and recall the beauty
of his zinging across the sky
and press into her memory
for the sound of
Look at me mom
look at me

fly