While my children

sleep

sweetly

in their beds

 

I steal outside

to lie atop

pearly drifts

beneath

an onyx expanse

sparkling flakes

are melting

diamonds

 

Kiss my lashes

peck my cheeks

wet my lips

fill my mouth

saturate me

 

I am torn

whether

to stay

or to lift

my wings

like an angel

 

I look

toward

Heaven,

and I wonder,

How will I

teach

 my little ones

to fly?

                                                     –  Mary E. Kocher