On a Blue Bird Day

07 Apr


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”.














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.”


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


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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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