Wings

There she goes with a smile on
her face, a wave of her hand as
I appear at the window. Her car
full of boxes and luggage and
Wings! There she goes off to a
new beginning, a future and I am
relegated to her past. There she
goes. I am happy for her hopeful
all her dreams will come true. I cry
at this departure, knowing my job
has been completed. There she
goes off into the arms of a stranger
and I pray he will take good care of
her.

written by Pauline September, 2003 (c)