Wings of Freedom

There you are, 

Sweet child, 

Drinking your morning

Coffee. Cream no

Sugar, you used 

The same mug

Every morning

(Except for those

Mornings you met

Your friends at

The shop - I

Can see you - 

Your broad shoulders

Caving in

Towards the center

Of things not

Unlike my shoulders

While I weep - 

Laughing. God knows

I know there 

Is nothing 

Like sharing coffee

With friends, those 

White paper cups

Flags of freedom;

I can see

The shop owner, 

Too greeting

 

You with those 

Big eyes that 

You did not

Shy away from

Because you knew

Truth when you 

Saw it - 

And you knew

Why the coffee 

Tasted better under 

The awnings of 

The shop - like 

Wings of

freedom.)