Sweet, little babies…
the teen girls wrap you in blanketed warmth,
holding you like soft treasures in the sand.
My mother takes the light one and strokes its
head against her cheek. We speak softly,
the red light warming our hands.
This is a fleeting moment lasting under five minutes,
which I will remember long after the day ends
and the moment passes.
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I can feel the love…. ❤
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Really adorable chicks. Love the poem.
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They were so very, very tiny.
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Very sweet poem 🙂
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Thank you.
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They are wonderful and delicate little creatures!
We used to hand-feed a lot of baby macaws. Precious moments!
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Yes, very true.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks for stopping by!
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love the words you used to share this special moment.
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Thank you.
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Lovely! And true!
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Thank you Lori!
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