And nor will I ever believe that you Sprouted wings of indifference to my pain.
You will never get me to believe
That you abandoned me. Never
On this day, I absolve you, of any guilt. Only beautiful gardens in bloom
Require constant attention.
The sick, the frail, the elderly,
And the innocent little children.
My broken wings can't be fixed.
You haven't lived long enough
To understand your seasons,
The emotional shift and vicissitudes.
You'll see yourself clearly
When you soar out into the light.
When you wheel through
Love and pain.
When delicate wings unfurl
Onto wondrous pleasurable islands
Of swift womanhood.
And remember this:
You'll always be my beautiful little bird.
Free...
And on this day, too, I release you.