Growing up

A poem I wrote years ago, for a friend becoming a missionary

Breaking through the barriers of time
Of love and war and kingdoms long gone by
Of sound and light and lattice in between
Your memory came wafting in a dream

I saw you standing on a rocky ledge
A tender child was clutching to your knees
You spread your gifted wings and rose in flight
and left that little child there with me

I tried to hold you back but I could not
You knew the things you had to see and do
I guess his is about your growing up
I wish that I could fly away with you