Gone

Gone

By Frederick J. Blahnik

 

 

Gone…..

They’re all gone now…..

Scattered to every corner of the Earth…..

Our own little Blahnik diaspora…..

Like so much dandelion fluff caught up in an early May gale…..

My daughters have flown the coop…..

But I never expected them to fly so far away.

 

Gone…..

They’re out on their own now…..

Blazing a path in uncharted waters…..

Their exodus from our home is complete…..

Like so many forest animals fleeing a fearsome conflagration…..

My daughters have taken leave of Carla and me…..

And left behind nothing but faded memories of good times gone by.

 

Gone…..

They’re testing their wings now…..

But those wings must be strong and well-feathered, inasmuch as they’ve logged thousands of miles already……

Too far to be considered a mere test flight……

I don’t expect my three girls to return to our nest anytime soon……

At least not as the needy, shrill-voiced fledglings they once were…..

When they do return—and they eventually will, of course, if only for ephemeral feedings–they will be mature and stalwart and in full bloom.

 

Gone…..

 

Yes, our three daughters have flown the coop and are gone for good.