Held, Then Let Go

He held flight in his hand—

not to keep it,

but to release it.

 

Behind him, a child moved forward,

small steps entering the space he had already shaped.

One life offering what it could,

another arriving ready to receive.

 

Nothing was lost here.

Only passed along—

the motion of wings,

the patience of waiting,

and the quiet truth

that legacy is not what we hold,

but what we set free

for those who come next.

Done