I heard about her on the news
dead at 57,
three years younger than I am today,
a runner who broke the records,
blazed the trail for other women
who ran behind her.
At 60 I am not interested in running but only
in moving gracefully without pain.
I dream about running,
about moving freely and gracefully with the wind
as she did.
But I am a mother, rooted to earth, not born to fly
I listen and admire
and continue on my earthbound way
while she soars
into the next adventure.