Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
I peered through the windshield, waving furiously out the sunroof, as I watched your plane speed down the runway to take flight.
As you lifted off, I found myself landing in a faraway place…
A place called yesterday.
In an instant, you were once again wrapped tightly in my arms,
warm in my passionate embrace.
That was the day I promised to keep you forever.
I remember your tiny fingers and toes~
the perfection of your every feature.
I remember how you couldn’t live without me…
How you would caress my cheek and stare at me as I held you close to my breast.
How my heart became forever entangled with yours,
beating in perfect time.
Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
That day…
The day I fell in love with you~
I promised to walk this road of motherhood;
the incredible, wild and blissful path that requires deliberate and complete symbiosis~
followed by complete division.
The journey that requires the investment of all I am~
followed by the complete separation from all I have been.
Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
It didn’t occur to me to think of an airplane as I whispered my promises and planted my kisses…
All I could hear was the rhythm of our love.
It didn’t occur to me that my mission would be
to grow you up~
so I could let you go.
Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
On this day…
As you fly away…
The tear in my heart is open and raw.
It is a joyful pain I was meant to bear.
I remember and listen to the deep, fading rhythm of our oneness.
I quickly gather my memories and lock them tightly in my treasure box.
Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
The plane is now a glint in the sky,
and while I know you will return to me,
and while I will know your every feature…
I’m beginning to hear,
far-off in the distance,
the faint strain of a new song~
a new sound with a vaguely familiar beat.
The cadence grows stronger~
I know it as if it were my own.
It’s the sound of little you,
twirling and singing.
It’s precious, little you with wings
gliding through the clouds…
Little, amazing you~
creating a new rhythm.
Art/Photo design by Susana Tavares © 2009 and used with permission
