For ten long minutes
she struggled to breathe alone.
With gentle persuasion
I assured it was time to go home
and, on my loves wings she flew.


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Shared at Jenny Matlock Staurday Centus #week 57 The End


Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

9 thoughts on “Home”

  1. Beautifully poignant words. This made my heart sad. It’s amazing how many emotions can be captured in a few words by a writer who knows what they’re doing.

    Obviously, you do!


  2. Lovely poem (with the photo illustration of a candle being blown out) about “the end” for us all. We try to not think about it, but it is there. Always. And it is our task to help those whom we love och who love us, to help them leave this world in peace.

    My mother held my father’s hand until the end. Their love was amazing. She kept her promise to love and cherish him, and he was gratful to her for it. “Be happy” was one of the last things he said before he no longer could speak.

    (But I did not write this for my centus. I tried to be funny.)

    Great little text.

    Best wishes,

    Miss O’Hara’s Last Words” SC wk 57

  3. That was beautiful , it bought to my mind a loving person caring for a frail bird and helping her to find her wings and way home
    Well thats how I saw it and thought it beautiful

  4. Isn’t that why God gives wings to his angels? I love the peace and acceptance in this lovely poem, and I believe that it takes the gift of an angel to let go and let the other fly. You have touched my much wounded heart. Thank you.


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