Evan Defies Gravity
When you were just a wee thing, I tossed you into the sky.
You smiled, you laughed, you squealed.
You were never afraid, never doubted that I would catch you.
Grown now, with your own wee ones, you are too big for me to throw in the air.
Fear not, however, for as long as there is breath in this body
I will always catch you.
Seek peace,
Paz
Armchair Zen 
Comments on: "Fledgling" (9)
Good poem, Paz. Real good.
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Thank you, Neil.
Paz
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A Fathers’ heart is a deep beautiful place.
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What a lovely comment!
Thank you, friend.
Scott
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Such a sweet thought!
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Thank you so much.
Joys increase when shared with others.
Seek peace,
Paz
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Oh my, I almost cried reading this!!! ❤
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I think your twins are probably closer to the tossing age just now.
Drink deeply every moment.
Another round of joyful flight awaits you when you can throw a grandchild into a pile of autumn leaves.
Glad you stopped by. I frequented your blog in the past and admired it.
The overwhelming tide of modernity ebbs and flows and you were out of my top-of-mind awareness for a while.
My good fortune to have this recollection!
Seek peace,
Paz
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Such lovely words and I feel happy about reconneting too – I haven’t had much time for blogging lately, and unfortunately that means I haven’t been following blogs either. Hope all is well – peace!
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