Fledgling
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 