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Who Is Now To Hold My Broken Wing




Who Is Now
To Hold My Broken Wing

After months of thinking you were lost to me.
After countless prayers of asking it not to be so.
After all the phone texts that remained unanswered
as each day found sun and moon. . . .
 
After more than one cardiac arrest.
After we knew that Cancer had been diagnosed.
After a respirator was placed so you could breath,
and a tracheotomy performed, as well as a feeding tube inserted,
(all still remaining in place)
I left your side in tears, feeling that heaven
would soon find its newest angel.
 
Not being sure you truly realized that I had stood
at your bedside and looked upon the face of the heart,
that for years had shared with me your heartsongs.
Seeing your face, and actually holding your hand,
for the very first time, in all the years I had known you.
Finding now, that you thought that you were dreaming.
It was not a dream Momma. I was there. Remember?
I kissed your cheek, only to find out that
we were not to have touched you,
without plastic gloves between us,
because of your weakened state,
and the fear of you contacting further infections.
 
You have shown me,
that even prayers prayed with hope wavering, are still heard,
and that a heart that has always been a part of my own,
from somewhere within a miracle, has returned to speak her own.
Your journey Momma, is not yet completed.
You still have much to share.
 
An early morning text in answer to many. I could not believe my eyes,
but there you were, with a few words to my latest text
"Good Morning Momma.I love you."
 
Only a few words . . . a space of time . . . and then . . . an assignment.
A little game we used to play between us for many years.
 
"I want you to write for me anything that you want, in any form you want,
but to the music Angels Flying To Close To The Ground"
 
Here I am Momma to try to do as you have asked of me. Aspiring will not
whisper to me in rhyme and you know I can only write to her heartsongs.
Since you released me of form and meter you have allowed me the freedom
to express my love, respect, and admiration for you with no restrictions.
 
You first touched me many years ago. After a late night search for poetry sites,
I stumbled into a small café within the stars. I arrived very confused and
a whole lot weary. You were one, if not the first, to greet me.
It was not long before I began to feel and claim,
the love you offered me within your wisdom and caring.
 
You reopened my heart and helped me see
both sides of a very sad coin toss.
You adopted me as your daughter of heart,
and without for many years seeing your face,
experienced the love of a Mother,
as it should be experienced.
 
Momma, we both know I am not an angel, but to see in text every morning
"Good Morning my angel" I will for you drop the aspiring
and wish truly for the title.
 
I feel as if this music is speaking directly to me,
for it is yourself, that is the true angel.
You have always reached for every wing that has needed mending.
Let me, for now cradle your own,
until you can once again soar in health and promise.
 
So you want to play as we always have played Dear Momma Froggie?
I give to you an assignment in return, from my heart to yours.
 
You are to hold close to those who love you
when times for you become lonely.
You are to know, without the slightest shadow of a doubt,
that you are so dearly loved.
 
After all . . . . Love is the greatest healer to be found.
You taught me that many, many years ago.
My love will always hold you close
and never find reason to take flight.
 
My cherished friend and Momma,
I now hand to you my completed assignment.
Given to you in the only way
that Aspiring could find to whisper.
 
Within this precious time granted us,
I send you all of my love,
and for only yourself,
I close this newest assignment with . . .
 
'your' angel
 
If I had not have fallen
would you still have found me?
 
How often in one's lifetime can a true miracle
be shared with friends?
 
I can say truthfully within my own,
at least once.
 
An assignment
completed with love

Written In honor and tribute
For
Ruby Dodd
 
Jollynoblefrog
Of
The Starlite Cafe
 
I wish everyone had the opportunity once in a lifetime
To meet and love someone as remarkable as and loving
as my mother of heart Ruby Dodd.

 
Original By Lesa Gay
aka
Aspiring Angel
 












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