Speckled Eggs...
my basket on my arm
morning dew, blessings brew
make my way up the first born path
to the forest where my children and I last said goodbye
my heart in my basket
morning light, strength to my sadness fight
meaning in the birdsong greeting
as forest memories halo my children's heads
my soul in my basket
morning burbling in the creek up ahead
marooned inside my inner nest
the speckled eggs I used to collect
my life in my basket
morning love soft and sound
mother wisdom mother love
the birds i hatched my earth's bequest
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