Milkweed seeds send my imagination into flight.
It must be their soft white hairs
and the way they cling to their mother's shell
as they dance with every passing breeze.
They remind me of children.
As a parent,
I can't help but see
the caramel-coloured husk
as a home,
with all the children tucked safely inside,
protected from the harshness of the weather.
It will take a determined gust of wind
to finally pull them free.
They'll soar into the sky,
giddy with their freedom,
sparkling in the sunlight,
on their way to new opportunities.
The parent's job is done.
we gave them wings
so they can fly.