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LOVING MY BABY
~LOVING MY BABY~
I still become sad
when I think of
the Wood Pigeon
that I have lost.
Hand-reared Pigeon
had won my heart,
she was my baby
I gave her my heart.
Flying to freedom
she left her home
but she is there
deep in my heart.
Loving so deep
was not in my hand.
It just happened
I became her Mum.
I know it is God
that put that love
for the Wood Pigeon
Into my heart.
I am just lucky
I got that chance
of loving my baby
with all my heart.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
http://poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
2006
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