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- Author: Julie Avellino
- Posted: May 30, 2016
- Category: Featured, Inspiration LIfe, Poetry
My Wings Were Wet
My wings were wet
I could not fly.
Weighted down by tears from the sky.
Caught in a storm
I was unprepared to weather.
Thinking, “I could get through this
If only we were together.”
My wings were wet
I could not fly.
Sitting in silence
Imagining unspoken goodbyes.
On occasion I felt the sun peek through.
And my wings began to dry with each memory of me and you.
My wings got wet
I could not fly.
I gasped for air that day you died.
Each day the sun shone a little more;
And thinking of you my wings dried brighter and stronger than ever before.
Until one day, my wings they dried
No longer wet from the tears I had cried.
I lifted myself up once more.
Higher and higher, I embraced my new view
Lifted up by the memories of me and you.
— Julie Avellino, inspired by my wet bee friend…who eventually dried off and made it on his way and dedicated to my Uncle Peter who passed away on Sunday 5/29/2016.
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Beautiful poem Julie, you are a talented writer! Brought back such emotions of when I lost my dad. So sorry to hear of the passing of your uncle!
Love it!! You’re very talented in so many ways Julie. You’re lucky you have a lot of creative outlets 🙂
Beautiful poem sorry for ur lost
You are a great writer touch my heart
This such a touching poem, and yes, it speaks to my heart. Thank You, more than words can express for this beautiful tribute to my brother .
I’m so glad you like it Mom 🙂
Perfect. Relatable to so many with so many interpretations. ??
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you! Best compliment is always a shared post — so if you know anyone who may like my writing too please share 🙂