Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Wednesdays

Bird song
As I sit here
with my cup of lemon
and black
Sunrise
Just behind the corner
The morning air
on my back
I do not know what birds they are
As much as I do not know 
all the workings of
my child's mind
But
I hear their song
and  
I know my child's heart.  



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