Blue Is For the Bluebirds
What are you doing? I asked the little girl of three.
I am colorizing the flowers, she promptly told me.
And staying in the lines I said, immediately amazed!
Watching her paint posies yellow where cows grazed.
You can paint the red ones, she said, knowing me.
I was as tickled and thrilled as any grandma could be.
I sat right down and picked up a paint brush too.
But I wanted a different color, so I chose blue.
Those are for the birds! My granddaughter said.
Blue flowers are rare, because she has an artistic head.
I begged her, just for today can we have just a few ….
Flowers in the meadow that are a brilliant blue?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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