by Aaron LaFlora
Winging Onward to Another Rainbow
On a cold and rainy night, while I rested comfortably
Within my own dreams,
Death’s fingers came to wrap itself around my child
Whisking his broken wings away to a land
Where I pray rainbows will set his tiny soul free.
In the darkness of the silent morn, I encountered his lifeless body--
One eye still open as if watching the spiritual hand slowly descend down upon his tired self.
Wearied from the fight of simply trying to stay alive,
I think he was joyful to see that angel finally arrive for him.
And now….
As I tenderly pick up his little body and cradle it within my beating heart-
I will let it all go
(Like I told him he finally could)
And sob violently because now I can-
And because such unconditional lovers are never with us long enough-
And because I will miss the piss and vinaigre he brought into this house.
Fly free my Baby child;
Your rainbow awaits you.
Aaron LaFlora