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May 2014
My mother is a bluebird.
She flies sweetly about the sky
seemingly carefree, but clear minded.
She is beautiful
bringing light to anything she passes.
Sometimes, I think she has flown over me,
but she keeps me in her mind
and under her wing.
My mother is a bluebird.
An extended metaphor exercise from a few years ago.
Gabrielle Sabrino
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Gabrielle Sabrino  Birmingham, AL
(Birmingham, AL)   
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