She was a beautiful child
born the day
the river Shannon overflowed
A body of water
that could not be contained
was her name
Her beauty
like Venus
was more poignant
for a missing wing
[…]
She was a beautiful child
born the day
the river Shannon overflowed
A body of water
that could not be contained
was her name
Her beauty
like Venus
was more poignant
for a missing wing
[…]
Comments
9 responses to “Flying on a Broken Wing”
Kevin this is really touching and beautiful. Loved hearing your voice. xxoo
Virginia, it is wonderful to hear from you! Thank you for your comments. Abrazos! Kevin
This is beautiful Kevin, and very moving.
Hank, thank you so much!
Lovely poem, Kevin. Excellent to hear you read it. Thank you.
Many thanks Silvia!
Really Nice!
Once again, you’ve beautifully explored a singular, intimate subject and then brought us all into it. Quite a feat! And such a touching metaphor.
Hermoso, me hubiera gustado conocerla…