June 30, 2011
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Hatching from the womb
thirty days too early
never making a squawk
for those too short six hours.

Mother hid away in the grey
feathers of despair
Father buried his first son
in the sandy beaches of memory
Sister carried on in confusion.

Thirty days too late
Mother saw you once more
as you spread your wings
through the mist
and flew across the lake of pain and rage
soothing her sobbing heart.

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