Mama Never Forgets Her Birds
Emily Dickinson
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly As when her little mortal nest With cunning care she wove— If either of her “sparrows fall,” She “notices,” above.
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