I looked at her in confusion,
“Some branches do not lend themselves to holding anything.
Some are too weak;
And those that are big and strong yet still may not be long enough…
You want the ones that reach out,
Out to the sky-
So you can feel like you’re flying
And never hit the tree.”
Lisa De Young lives in a small town in Northwest Indiana with her husband and three daughters where she manages a dental office. Her love of writing fiction and poetry began when she was a child continues to be an inspiring passion that moves her daily. She has short stories published in The Bleeding Lion and Theme of Absence and poetry forthcoming in Ricochet Review.