This is a picture of one of the few things my father gave me. He had made this for me when I was a child and it is the only material thing I have to remember him today.
©2001
This is what the poem says:
I wish for you a dream to hold
Like a small bird in a nest-
Not able yet to fly but with
A glory in its breast.
I wish for you someday to let
That dream go out a-winging,
Until, full grown, it sends your heart
The beauty of it's singing.
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