A Gift of Wings.

Dear Miss Price, 

Do not reject this surprise gift of wings,

They once belonged to a genuine

                            Guardian Angel

Who now, at 65, has packed her bags &

                   taken out her pension

& moved house to somewhere due south

                                            west of Eden.

She no longer needs them to speed her

                                            on her way,

From vistas beyond Andromeda to

                                      Clapton Common,

From Aix-en-Provence to Hendon Central,

From Prague to Hackney Wick;

There have often been a number of unexpected

                                                 destinations

For a hard working Guardian Angel to pay

                                                          a visit.

But now she has earned her bus pass she would like

                                               to shed her pinions

& gift them to you on your nineteenth birthday

So you can smash your cage & ride the restless winds.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

March 12th. 2021.