Flight

I know the hardest part for me
will be telling my child
he cannot touch the fallen feathers
of birds.

These feathers
blow in the breeze
begging to be picked up
collected – held to the lips
just to know the feeling of kissing flight.

I know, at some point in my life,
I knew the secret to making wings
with those feathers.
I know my child will know this too.

He will dream these feathers into wings
because I will not let him touch
the ones on the ground.