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Taking Flight – Graduation Day

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 6 Comments

As he walks away,

the unknown grows inside me,

a tightness inside my chest.

His graduation is a forced exhale and I

breathe in the flight to come.

It was an illusion that he was ever mine,

from the start. He never belonged to me.

I was always ever the warm nest

from which he would someday fly.

© Alicia Grimshaw

Dedicated to all of the parents of graduates.  Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.

 

 

 

 

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Farewell To Come

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 3 Comments

Like drops of rain

your temporary presence is

sliding away in moments

reflected in your eyes.

I ache with holding the love

and the loss to come

while we dance in this final day.

 

What is there to say

that we have not already lived?

The moment will soon arrive

a storm inside me

words a jumble on my tongue

there is no good way to watch you

walk back to your other life.

© Ali Grimshaw 2016

 

 

 

Interruption

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 6 Comments

Pulled from sleep by fears of failure.

Stumbling down a hallway of thought.

Was it lack of effort, stubbornness

or a tunnel of perspective with only one exit,

that lead me to this worried space

awake before the sun has risen?

© Ali Grimshaw

Departure

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 5 Comments

Sometimes I think back on that night.

Your eyes intent on explaining, a look of determination,

of wanting to give.

I remember trying to hear you,

wanting to understand and failing to understand.

With each new telling, static filling the room.

Making adjustments to find your frequency.

Unable to tune you in.

Now I am left wondering.

What was it you so badly wanted me to know.

Feeling like I couldn’t get to the airport in time,

before your message took flight.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

Here to Listen

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 2 Comments

 

Tweeting and yelping and posting and texting  

so much to say

words flying, tumbling, and flung fast 

landing so loudly

I cannot hear the song of your voice

knock on my door

at least let me try to hear your words

as they fall from your mouth

with nothing added but fresh air

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

Reflection

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 5 Comments

You are a blue sky.

A color that I love to get lost in.

A consistent and ever-changing

backdrop for others,

and stand alone marvel.

Sometimes filled with challenging clouds

opening my eyes

to visions of blue

I’ve not seen.

© Ali Grimshaw

Opening Night

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 4 Comments

 

As I take the stage, a new act begins.

Blame like a heavy blanket covers me.

A character from my past has written my lines for today.

I was, who I was… in that story.

I could not have been the lessons I had yet to learn.

My history dictates the life I have in this scene.

You enter the stage to stand with me

placing a firm foot on my blanket’s corner.

Silent action that commits to my life what no other has.

Unwilling to let me sleep walk in darkness.

As I step forward lighter than before.

no longer reciting a past script,

I speak my first words.

© Ali Grimshaw