Relinquished

Like milkweed seeds they fly— to map the blue-washed sky, these three adults who see things differently than me. They're out in the wide world, their thoughts and dreams unfurled— like banners that proclaim the world won't be the same. And in each face I see just ripples there of me. But I know I've done right to loose in windy flight three seeds to bloom upon this earth when I am gone. * with love to my son and two daughters who have left the nest!