Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree —
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she wove —
If either of her "sparrows fall,"
She "notices," above.
Though in another tree —
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she wove —
If either of her "sparrows fall,"
She "notices," above.
Emily Dickinson
c. 1860
c. 1860
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I'm squinting trying to read what it says on the picture, then I scroll down just a bit and smack my forehead. Duh! :P
ReplyDeleteI think mothers of all kinds, even we humans, continue to watch.
Nice to see you again. :)
Yes, mothers are so important. A great message.
ReplyDeleteindeed a mother's love will always be there.
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This is awesome.
ReplyDeleteA great 'love' story blog.
My H o T is quite different, but Barb let us have free reign and stretch the subject...I stretched and stretched this one.
Happy Valentine's Day!
LOVE IT!!! I ♥ her poetry. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and words :)
ReplyDeleteMy HOT entry is here
Thank you for stopping by! :)
Nicely done. Love the photo and, of course, those memorable words.
ReplyDeleteAwww, that's so cute, Andree. Great love picture.
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