| RUBY RED'S POETRY | |||||||||||||||||
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Bundled in your mothers arms you see the newborn babe, You then take care of the little girl as though she were here to save, You nurture the child as your own as you grow into adults, Willingly you give advice to all her fears and hopes. And now the time has come to let the baby grow on it's own, How hard you feel to cut the bonds of protection you have sewn, But now dear sister let the chains fall away allow them to be free, For that little babe years ago was just a little me. copyright Miss Ruby Red |
The bird is stilted it has no wings it wants to be set free, The wind is blowing harsh and cold as it falls right off it's tree, It's perch no longer sings with joy at happiness of rain, It merely sits alone now, happiness in vain, It cannot lift it's wings to fly into the cool night breeze, It merely curls in its feathers as it's inspiration leaves, And as the night goes by the little bird stops living, The moonlight shines upon it's back, it did not need stop singing copyright Miss Ruby Red | ||||||||||||||||
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