Awake

One more habit of thinking,

Lingering urges 

Baked from early childhood

And carried from days before,

I’m letting go,

Letting fly like the golden lit lanterns

Floating with all good wishes aloft.

Use your happy voice, my loving Dad said then,

And I remember now and again.

My smiling Dad, my laughing Mother,

My little girl wishes of waving wands,

Conducting the music

Of my spheres,

Gently waving the goodbye

Into new dreams.