Springboard.

I am a woman, 
Born of the hills, 
Needing the deepest air, 
From the kind of wind that chills.  
I am a woman, 
Who longs for the sky, 
Fed by the expanse, 
As birds pass me by.  
I look to the stars, 
Am entranced by the moon. 
However long the days seem, 
I know they’ll leave me too soon. 
Like generations before, 
My life will, in these winds, blow.  
Passing unremarkable, 
Caught up in the flow.  
I hope, as a mother, 
My heart will pass on down our line, 
May she feel it, springboard from it, 
And live a life that is fine.