Diary Entry 80

Cradled by loving wings, held warm and tight, I climbed into your bed in the darkness of night.

You watched me dance and sing among life's blessed rains, cradling me back into your wings if ever they brought pain.

You've tied my shoes and chased butterflies; guarded always by your wings, you taught me to fly.

Today, I have my own wings, and I know your heart labors, but Mom and Dad... let me now cradle you; allow me to return the favor.



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