It was the call of the wind.

It was the call of the wind.

Hardly a breeze

It whispered across

His cheek with a song.

Soothing,

Discordant thoughts,

Lulling him with

Promise.

Tugging his ear lobes,

Pinking cheeks,

Ruffling unruly hair,

Prodding him forward.

A reminder of other days.

Reluctant child,

Afraid of farewells,

Stuck fast,

In front of the school gate.

Holding on

To his mothers coat

For all he is worth.

Pleading with her to stay,

Not to go,

Her tears,

So hard to swallow.

She held his head,

Gently,

Between her hands,

Nose,

Touching his hair,

Breathing him.

Kissing his salty cheek,

Tasting his love.

It fills her up,

The knowing,

She had to go,

But loving him so.

It made leaving,

A broken heart,

Everyday.

She urged him on,

Propelling him forward

Into the day.

He felt her breath

On his neck.

Sweet and warm,

A whisper of heaven.

He felt it now,

It drove him on.