Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sparrow??

So I was asked, "How did you come about to become called Sparrow"...

The book I am co/writing was tentatively called "A Wounded Brain"...after a poem I had written about having a wounded brain.

I also penned another poem called "Sparrow"

SPARROW

she closes her eyes
imagines she can fly..

she watches the road
lay out before her..

she is a bird
chasing the wind..

soaring away
into the clouds..

searching for a safe 
place to land..

She is a Sparrow
so tiny
against the sky..


I was comparing myself to that little bird...I decided to get a tattoo of this poem, and my tattoo artist drew up a pic of a sparrow chasing the wind...so I had that tattooed to my calf..



I decided to change the name of the book to "Sparrow"..I started a blog, mksparrow...

One day, and I am not sure who said this, but one day a friend of mine called me Sparrow...and when I heard that I got such a warm feeling...it felt right..I am a little Sparrow...So, I decided to be called that...I really quit being Melissa a long time ago...

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