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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?

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Date: 1/3/2023 1:51:00 AM
Hi Caren, I love this poem. It "paints" both the innocents of childhood and the love of a Grandma...enchanting Happy New year Anthony
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/3/2023 8:28:00 PM
Thank you Anthony Happy New Year!

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