Being breathless now
no responsibilities
I rarely feel her.
A Raggedy Anne doll jumped
into view recently in
a gift shop in the
SFO airport, let me
know she was close by.
She felt light and lovingly
curious. She felt whole. Free.
Tell me, Mom, where do
you go now with no constraints,
nothing holding you?
Is it everything you’d hoped?
What are you doing out there…?
Some ghosts are welcome. I hope she sings with you in the wind.