Fly Robin Fly

This is the first poem I wrote after Sandy & Charle’s double funeral. Writing the “Reflections” for the funeral took so much from me. I really thought I had composed the last thing I’d ever write. Depleted is the word which comes to mind. Then I hopped on a plane and landed in Florida where my thoughts could open without people “checking” up on me every 3 minutes. No “poor iya” eyes, no “here now” hugs. No shared pain. Just me, my memories and my thoughts. An enormous chunk of my life was hijacked from me – the pain and shock left a monsterous void.  I love this poem. Without this poem I could not be free. Without this poem there would be none to follow.