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Bluebirds sing on an autumn day.
Time for me to run and play.
You are a vision, a ghost in the fields.
You stand my kind protector, with shields.

I hide in the grass that brings safety and peace.
Pretend to run away while the winds increase.
As it moves across wisps of golden meadow I stare
As the sun shined on apples, you were there.

A comforting touch, through torment I ran from.
I would meet you anywhere to feel the love, some.
I dreamt of you in the darkest of night.
As you rescued me from danger and fright.

At school, I drew pictures of you in my mind.
Hoping you would greet me and be forever kind.
Whenever I heard music, I wished you were singing.
But they were wordless songs that kept on stinging.

I fought in childhood to make all this be you.
I encountered endless battles facing it isn’t true.
Here I stand grown and sometimes very fearful.
Faced with new beginnings I can still be tearful.

Now, when Bluebirds sing and I run outside to play.
I let go of the visions that I held in yesterdays.
For those were only images of a mother never to be.
I am now that to myself, time has passed, ever so free.

Written: 1994
Heidi Sands

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