Apron Strings
When she wakens and
The sparrows fly,
Her dawning thoughts catch fire
For you and I
...of this I know...
When she pauses midday
The wall clock seizes
Her daydreams fixated upon
Ourselves and freezes
...of this I know…
When the bough breaks
And darkens the skies
Her scrutiny hungers for
The apples of her eyes
...of this I know…
When her world revolves
With the freight of stone,
Still she lives and breathes
For us and us alone
...of this I know...of
this I know...
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