Carry Me Away
My thoughts carry me away
While I sit at the kitchen table
Sipping my cup of tea. I look out the bay
Window and see a blue jay have built a stable
Small nest upon a fork branch of the maple.
I had gotten a phone call from Arizona,
A very excited granddaughter on Christmas day.
She called not only to wish me Merry Christmas,
But to also say she was pregnant. They
Had waited for eight years to have a child
When they were financially able.
She brightened my gray day. Make way
For my first great-grandchild.
I'm thinking, will I fly up to see the little gem?
Will they come down to visit; I sure would love to see them?
Am I getting too old to get on the floor, cuddle,
And hold a newborn? My head is so muddle.
I wonder if there's any baby blue jays in the nest.
12/31/2020
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