Motherless Child…

I grew up in the tranquility of the forest, in a cool nursery under

the Oak, Birch and Chestnut trees. The voice of a loving human

mother was not to be, yet the mother I had was very dear to me.

Her voice was that the wind, the voice that I could understand she

fanned my enchanted dreams. The sun found me through the

branches, a welcome warm beam.

I grew up with many strange voices, it was my father who took care

of me, and he really tried. So I flourished under heavenly skies, I am

silent in my loneliness, a motherless child after she died.

 

2013©annjohnsonmurphree

http://www.amazon.com/Echoing-Images-Soul-Ann-Johnson-Murphree-ebook/dp/B00CCG2WVK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407333136&sr=8-1&keywords=echoing+images+from+the+soul

 

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