“My mother is a wood thrush” by Sasha on the walk to choir

Thursday, April 19, 2018
6:42pm
5 minutes
A List Of My Utopias
Debbie Urbanski

Sung in an almost-whisper while walking East

My mama is a wood thrush
spotted belly soft and warm
My mama sings like morning
brown eyes welling
true to form

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My mama builds a strong nest
knows what’s sturdy
knows what’s plush
My mama she’s a wild one
My mama is a wood thrush

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