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June 1, 2026July 11, 2015 by bonesnsnow
tombstone, child's grave

Another in the series of “where a poem comes from.” I was walking in a bookstore when the phrase, “we always believed that she could fly” came into my mind, loudly. That night, a poem arose. The details are from my mother’s memorial….

Categories photography, poetry Tags age, Aging, angels, birds, children, death, flight, graves, monotone, mother, photography, photos, redwing blackbirds 7 Comments
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