“they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:” —W. B. Yeats
With heavy heart, I let go
Let him fly as the wind blows
Emotion raw, desolate cries
Let him see the blue skies
Whimpering in the corner
Nostalgia past and bearer
Candles of the night
Let him fight his plight
Let him see his world
Let him go, let him be
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
For: November Yeats challenge: Day One, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #1
Ladyleemanila 
I sense someone sending her son out into the wide world. It will be fine. Just as soon as he finds his wings 🙂
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thanks, Jane 🙂 he’s fine, now 25 and married! just remembering the time he first left. Cheers, Jane 🙂
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That’s good to hear 🙂
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