Peck Scratch Root Die (Create)

And then it ended.

And so it then began; something transferred.

I saw the Light, all was well and the voice of my mother and father were there. Cathy Freeman too!

But from the waking sleep slipped in a life.

A new life.

A message.

Is this my heart?

It tells me I’m Marge. I was never given the opportunity to be a mother.

To be a lover.

The message; lover, mother – fades away as the Light dulls into real life.

My mother and father, stand over me with loving eyes.

Can my dreams come true?

I have no name; it seems I’ve been born in the Amazon; where names matter less than struggle.

And so I shall struggle.

I am Marge no longer, I am the nameless macaw.

There is a dream in my heart.

In my soul.

Life, here goes my 9th try.

I hope my dreams come true.

I love u Margie ill miss u