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On a Blue Bird Day

07 Apr

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On a Blue Bird Day

It is spring, warm breezes float through

magnolia trees.  A gracious woman of the

South rises from past memories; her

thoughts behind the ice blue eyes. She sits

on the bank of a pebbly brook under a Blue

Bird sky, the scent of lilac rises from her

starched dress.  She dips her fingers slowly

into the cool water; she is old and life has

passed her by, and the depths of her truth

never known.  In her secret place of

selfishness her hate for an unwanted child

surfaces; she stops to ponder her own question;

does she deserve the name “mother”.

 

 

 

 

©2016.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

 
5 Comments

Posted by on April 7, 2016 in Life, Memories

 

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5 responses to “On a Blue Bird Day

  1. sedge808

    April 8, 2016 at 4:22 am

    lovely

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  2. Lisa R. Palmer

    April 8, 2016 at 12:48 pm

    Powerful and poignant…

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  3. jackcollier7

    April 8, 2016 at 1:54 pm

    Oh! That so much did not go where I thought it was going. Shock and awe. Kudos Elizabeth Ann

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