Shero

On days like this when I am consumed

By the doubtful feeling in my chest

Inherited by my mothers mother

All the females in my family have their share

I thought I had

I which I was

So I could whisper

In you ear

That someday

I would fly around at four p.m

Peak through all the windows

To get a glimse of you

My thin wings would stroke your lips

Make them taste like winter bliss

So I could whisper

In your ear

That everything will be okey