Silver Wings
Her silver wings took her across baby blue skies and deep blue waters to see the world in all it's vivid color
I sit on the shelf. And wait.
What is my destiny
Am I to be dropped in a box
With other memories of youth and beauty
The petals of an old carnation, postcards, and
Ticket stubs my only companions
Perhaps I will be handed to daughter, then to Granddaughter
Like photographs, china settings and linens
Until at last I am in the hands of one who never knew her
Never knew the glamor, the adventure of
The one who wore me so proudly upon her uniform
Perhaps I shall remain in darkness
Until I am discovered by a yard sale pirate
I have no use to anyone
Now my silver turns brown with age
A mirror in reverse as her brown hair turns to silver
For now, …I sit on the shelf. And wait.
About the Creator
Patti Marrs Magill
Retired Corporate Flight Attendant, pursuing new careers in writing and education. I have 4 adult children, 6 grandchildren, and live in Central California. Currently I am taking on students to tutor in reading and writing.
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