Sticks and stones all welcomed here
They make this home less austere
Colorful leaves and grasses too
All make my nest of twigs a true
Safe and restful place for chicks
I’m very careful what I pick
Any bits of soft I garn
A fabric’s thread or string of yarn
All to keep my children cleaved
Until it’s time for them to leave.
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The Bag Lady 
Ah, a charm in every sense of the word.
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Wonderful flow and rhyme, a gentle piece Cheruyl.
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Thanks much
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Really enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme here.
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So sweet and that yarn really makes it better.
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☺️
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I like the use of rhyming couplets in this poem, Cheryl, which makes it feel like a song or a spell, especially the lines:
‘I’m very careful what I pick
Any bits of soft I garn
A fabric’s thread or string of yarn’.
A good mother.
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Thank you Kim
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