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I am from the bird that calls me aside,
the sun shone through my bright bedroom window.
In the home, my heart will always confide,
my head into the soft white pillow.
I am from the tears my sweet mother bore,
when I grew older and walked out the door.
The bright sun- I will always miss,
The soft white pillow is gone, it's dismissed.
I was a child and now I'm more.
Copyright © Jordam Adams | Year Posted 2015
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