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Angel Wings

August 9, 2012
By Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anaïs Nin


I remember almost flying when I was just a little girl
My mother and aunt were on the porch chatting about the good times and the birds chirped into the summer air
I ran around the vast, green grass and the quiet breeze rustled my chestnut, brown hair
With the crunching ground below me and two tall trees beside
I felt the bite of wood as I strode too close to the fence
Free. Naïve. Peaceful. Daring. Unbound.
I remember almost flying when I was just a little girl
The scent of tulips wrapped itself around me
I kept running faster, faster
Could I gain unnatural speed in order to lift my tiny frame off the ground?
“Lauralee, it’s almost time for supper!” My mother called
Her invitation broke my trance and I saw I was still chained to the earth
Innocence. Youth. Boldness. Charm. Joy.
I remember almost flying when I was just a little girl
I wish I still possessed the beautiful belief that I could defy anything
I wish my mother could have seen me fly
I wish everyone, even those in forgotten villages, could someday learn to fly
I remember almost flying
I remember the smile on my mother’s face
I remember, she told me I had angel wings
I remember believing she was right
Angel wings help you fly



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