Bridgits Flame, wk 4, Apr. "Ya'aburnee" poetry, 83 wds. gp

Today is my youngest son's 21st birthday.  I started it out by listening to his new album "Slee.p" which you can check out at:

http://www.reelcod.com/amateur#!_amateur

 This poem is for all my children and for all of you. I am so excited to have made it this far in the month with Bridgits Flame. You are all so talented. 

Ya’aburnee:
Both morbid and beautiful at once, this Arabic incantatory word means, You bury me. It's a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before a loved one, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.

Escaping Gravity

“I’m falling into the sky.”
he said once
when he was three,
 looking up
imagining he
could break the clouds.

Today I am dancing; my hobbled legs do a  jig while
he plays a song that he wrote
on his accordion.

I still can dance with one foot in the grave.

Kites flying through rough storms
can break their strings
but when they gain
enough momentum
they can escape earth's gravity.

In all my worried dreams I never imagined this day.
I look up and see there are no clouds.