back to the years when
I was too young to know
your desires and secrets
long before you took
a vow of silence
please come flying
back to the moment 
I kissed your brow
gently in the night
when sorrow
reached for you
and my hand pushed it away
please come flying with me
to that time your own mother
kissed your brow
and the hiss of the train
was just the hiss of the tea pot
in the kitchen of your mind
the bread baked that morning
studded with raisins
still warm to the touch
before her hand let go 
come flying with me
back to my wedding day
when my face in the mirror
reflected yours
the veil on my head
placed by your hands
the buttons on my gown
fastened by your fingers
come flying with me 
back to the hour my child was born
and you wiped the sweat from my brow
kissed your granddaughter
for the first time
if only in my dreams
for the last time
if only in my dreams
mother please come flying

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