Fly HIgh - A Poem of Our College Students Leaving

Fly High

(Our College Students Leaving)

Ana Maria Blevins

Sept. 13, 2010

It's hard to let slip the golden shimmering to slip from the hold to allow

the heads are so beautiful, so beautiful when they dance

the legs are so lovely, so lovely when they dance

born to me, and born again

little women and little men

they filled my house with sound and speed

In broken ways, I met their need

and they're gone

I ache for their soaring, I pray for their graceful ascent

In their defining, themselves, I see what they meant.

But I am feeling the tearing the lifting the rend

The figure it rises and leaves behind the mold...

How can I play their music?

and it rises to fill all I have

the songs they created hold tight and fill me again and again

every doe loves its fawn

the tender softness in the light in the dawn

smelling the softness of them knowing their heartbeat touching yours

and when they run we rejoice

I gave my life for them to find a voice

to dance to joy

to play in the light on the forest floor

dance some more,

dance some more

I know your hearts are eternal in the song that you chose to sing

you've seen the dancing lights, seen the Beautiful One,

your light is strong

How could you Dance so strong?

We gave you the wings we borrowed

but how could we know how high you'd fly?

How could you soar?

I want to see you more...

I miss you-

But fly high. Fly high!

You were my little one, and now you can flyhigh.