The words stuck
To my tongue,
Halting all attempts
To catch breath
Or offer support,
Instead finding it easier
To flow from fingertips
Ink to paper
Blood to burn,
Unfinished thoughts
About unfinished life
With so much to give
So much to grow,
As memories float
Like fallen leaves on pond
Swirling days blending
A laughing child
Running through field
A tight hug
Never forgotten
A crying child
Looking for leader
Finding herself instead
A captivating mind
A free spirit
Living in a world
Unwelcoming to someone
So radiant,
Taken to higher level
Wings sprouted
Before we were ready
And I wish
We could repeat
The days in the field
Running from rock to rock
With little care of tomorrow
Knowing it would come
When now I wonder
Why it didn't.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (2)
Ours was eighteen & a half years old, one month before his high school graduation. How old was yours? My heart breaks for you. My prayers are with you.
This a Great Piece📝😉❤️👌