Soar

How do I get up there, Mommy?
I want to fly.
I want these things
flapping on my side to
swiftly embrace the sky.

I can't figure it out.

I looked at those fuzzy balls of fur
slowly making their way up
in those cotton balls
and trees blowing up
probably by an invisible man.

How do I get up there, Mommy?
I want to fly.
I want these things
flapping on my side to
swiftly embrace the sky.

It must be a magic trick

Some sort of balloon in helium
magic wisp of puffing up like a cartoon
and have the sun hit your face
like an orange fire ball in the afternoon.

So she bends down softly and says,
Do you wish to know how to fly?
Well, surely my toddler brain knows
I want to go up that high.
Then she arches her back and swoops me up
a bundle of chocolate with flapping arms
lifts me to the ceiling and says
there is no limit when you got a little push
and falling will never be your harm.

See how I get up there, Mommy?
Look at me, fly.
I finally got these things
flapping on my side to
swiftly embrace the sky.

Look at me! Look at me!

I can finally fly

 high.

-b.r.rivera
Poem 25 of 30
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