Blue Bird of Happiness
My mother admired the glassmaker’s art;
the Bluebird of Happiness sang in her heart…
mesmerizing, sparkling, azure,
the iconic bluebird was Mom’s treasure.
To me, the bluebird was gaudy kitsch,
not something for which I’d ever wish!
My sister, however, had a different view
of the iconic collectibles in blue.
When the glassworks stopped operation,
my sister stocked up in anticipation
of spreading a lot of happiness around.
She offered me a bluebird; I turned her down.
One morning, having changed my mind.
I told my sister, if she would be so kind,
I would like a bluebird after all.
She certainly wasn’t expecting that call!
My sister sent me a bluebird in the mail,
and every morning, without fail,
like my mother and sister before me,
I hear the bluebird’s cheerful melody.
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