She was born to him, an austere and her, a dainty flower. Creative and poor.
When she could decipher words, they told her,
“Spread your wings, our little butterfly.
And learn to mend them too.”
To this day she flies having crossed miles, braved storms and being blessed by the wind, caressed by the Sun.
[Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds, sung by Pete Seeger]
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