To Fly Away
“Someday.” It seems like a safe enough word, almost wistful, and if one listens closely, it has with it the tinkling of bells – of hope, of desire, of longing. Only, it sneaks up and arrives before its time and comes to pass without coming true, for most. Look and you can see in its wake many unrealized dreams.
I look around, look within, look at memories – to the eyes of my father, my grandfather, my grandmother – those who have left us behind. Do they have regrets?
I know “someday”. I could have sworn that I have seen it in my father’s eyes.