The Aviatrix, 1937
I was eight when
you flew away.
My mother said
“She’s nuts.”
You were wearing
a string of pearls
and waved gaily
at the Movietone News
cameras.
Now there’s a movie,
so in a way
you have come back,
and baby girls
will be named Amelia.
A poem by Kathleen Lynch of Sacramento.
Published on 11.26.09
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