Jane Hulstrunk, photographer
Poem created in response to art:
Children
Amy L. Alley www.panpanstudios.com
Children
will drift away suddenly
like seedlings lost
to a gust of wind.
We will try
to hold on
We will cling
to the white wisps
of their wings
as they burst forth.
But it never works.
They have been waiting
for this wind.
Waiting to fly.
Wind is a force of nature.
You can dance with it.
You can celebrate it.
You can fear what it might do.
But you can not
control
the direction it might take.
It is the same with our children.
You can dance with them.
You can celebrate them.
You can fear what they might do.
But you can not
control
the direction they might take.
You can only look back
At your own wings
and remember the winds
that carried you
away
to where you are now.
And remember the ones
who let go
so that you, too,
might fly.
2 Comments
Perfect metaphor! Great pairing of words and photo!
Jane! I love this both poem and picture a perfectly aligned. I have always wanted to create some connection to art and poetry too…sometime I will have to share some of my poems with you.
Great work!