Little Bluebird

"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why must you leave?
I miss the way your wings flapped
in the gentle breeze"

"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why did you go?
The joy that once surrounded me
has turned but into woe"

Little Bluebird cried
he wept, he sobbed, he wailed
"Mama, I need you now"
his words were of no avail

One day turned into two
and then into a week
Little Bluebird sat alone
for his life felt obsolete

"Mama, I wish that you
could be as bad as bad can be
then maybe as I sit here
I could feel complete"

"Mama, if I could
I'd make us never meet
then maybe the grief I feel
would never come to be"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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