Of windmills and windsocks

Windmills and Windsocks

The sun is shining
The breeze is blowing
The windmills twirl
And the windsocks blow
All is quiet
And she bends to brush the dirt
She sweeps it away to tidy the small plaque
That bears the name of her friend
She blows bubbles and watches them
Drift off into the sky
And she wishes things could be different
“Mummy” she says
“It’s harder for me than for you…
She was my best friend”
And I wish things could be different
I wish that the windmills and windsocks
Were blowing as 2 little girls twirled
In the sunshine
And blew bubbles together.

Natalie Otten

Thank you Laura for the windsock and thank you Nat for the poem.

About huntersoledad

Mother of three. Bereaved mother of one. Survivor and victim of 2009 Samoan tsunami. Could be if would be writer.
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1 Response to Of windmills and windsocks

  1. SadMama says:

    How kind of a friend to share that with you. Your daughter lived much too short a life, but even in that brief time she loved and was loved. She’ll always be missed.

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