It’s yours — held in a chest and close to my
heart as If I could preserve you
in a time before I knew you.
I hold half an angel in my hand -a remnant of your youth and
the myth of mine
in Airforce Blue.
You flew before you knew me.
I knew you by the paths you traced between the stars and coast and
sea and sky, through maps and documents where I found you.
I knew you in the stories they wove about you;
told and retold to the boys with Glenfiddich as golden
as your recall.
Now your badge is frayed. But I rub the felting between thumb and forefinger
and know I can never know
what I miss.
Angels have been a theme going around my head recently, and this badge from my father’s uniform is a tangible representation of his youth. But while it is a link, it is only a remnant and part of the story of the man I knew and loved as a child. And it is only half a set of angels wings, and flightless.