When i was young, i saw that
my mother had these wings.
They glowed and shimmer and never seemed,
to go far from her reach.
Jealous i was, i wanted some,
to show off to my friends,
bu then one day she dint come back.
i was sure it was the end.
daddy said she took her wings and flew up to the sky.
and she would be back down one day t carry me up high.
so everyday i look up there, I’m hoping to see,
my mother soaring big and strong, still thinking of me.
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