Bluebird

Bluebird, bluebird, on my windowsill…

Sing me a song about sunshine and spring. 

Bluebird, bluebird, on my windowsill…

Sing me a song of remembering. 

Oh little bluebird, with magic in your song

Sing me a tune that tastes like Christmas morn

Oh little bluebird, with fairy dust upon your wing

Sing me a melody that smells like home

Oh little bluebird, with sparkles in your eye

Sing me a note that feels like sunshine on my brow

Oh little bluebird, Oh little bluebird

Oh little bluebird, come to me now. 

LJB Conrad

Published by lamandabeesleyconrad

#Writer of Literary Fiction. Writing Prof @ The University of Oklahoma. Mom & wife. Art, music, theatre enthusiast. HUMANIST.

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