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