Ode to the Little Free Flier
In remembrance of my sister Bailey Grace, I would like to share a poem I recently wrote for her. I’m a day late, yesterday June 28th was her 7th year of absence from this world. I call her “the Little Free Flier” because she was four when she passed, and I know she’s out there adventuring and being a curious youngster.
Rattling of the leaves in the trees
Here she is again, there way up yonder
The little being that is unseen
Who left me down here to wander.
O’! Go high, Little Free Flier!
Soar high into the air, looking down on us.
Run through the leaves and blades of grass so green!
Dare I say, that you are a cardinal now, is just!
Only a moments time passes, but so much longer it seems!
O’! Go high, Little Free Flier!
To say you are not missed, I would surely be a liar.
O’, dear Little Free Flier,
I know now, your light shines ever so brighter.
One day, tomorrow, next month or year,
I’ll see you again, soul ever so much lighter.
O’! The beauty we’ll see!
Together we’ll be, a pair of Little Free Fliers.
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