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Transition

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Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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The wind whispers
in my ear
It’s time

My voice small
and weak replies
I’m not ready

Raindrops drip
from swollen clouds
It’s time

My eyes run with rain
and tears
I’m not ready

The trees bend
lifting me up
It’s time

My fathers hand stretches
down from above
I’m not ready

No more pain he says
I hold his hand –
and go

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5 responses to “Transition”

  1. Sadje Avatar
    Sadje

    A very evocative poem dear friend.

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      Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

      Thank you Sadje! 🙏

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    ben Alexander

    Ami, I think your poem shows that even when someone knows it is time to let go, love can make the final step feel both frightening and peaceful. Beautiful.

    Much love,
    David

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      Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

      Thank you so much David! ❤️🙏❤️

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        ben Alexander

        Would you mind if I share this as a reblog at some point in the future, Ami? ❤

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