Le cose piu belle (the most beautiful things)

You always wanted to be free
To fly
Unbound by anything
Except the experience
Of sky
And wind.
You loved gulls
You once said
How they soared
So effortlessly
We watched the birds often
Picking up breadcrumbs you left for them
In the garden.
And as they departed
You thought of flight
Of winged journeys in
The deep blue sky
On the edge of clouds.
You often soared there
With the sun on your face
And the fields,
Patches of green below.
It was your sacred place
In your poppy red plane
Drifting on wind
And cloud.
Eleven summers ago
You were released
Into the sky
So you could soar
Unbound by everything
Even time. -J. Hamilton

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