in this murky winter
of pandemic blues
I have found my bluebird
broach of silver
a family heirloom
that I always adored
with other gems
as I sort through
my mothers things
she couldn’t help herself
anything I loved
would vanish into
her collection
A literal and metaphorical bluebird of happiness. 🙂
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There is something special about going through our late parent’s things…
Wonderful
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Oh ..pretty bluebird…
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Looks symbolic of peace 😃
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Kate, it must have been a bittersweet moment when you found your lost bluebird broach!
Lovely poem! Cheryl
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A bluebird of happiness and a precious treasure.
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nice poem, Kate, and I have to wonder at the possible deeper meaning. Glad your loved things are not gone and are resurfacing.
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A sweet memory attached to a beautiful bird! Well done!
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This made me think of my personal little blue bird of happiness, which I found in an antique store long ago. He’s moved with me 3 times now, my sentimental talisman of happiness.
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That is a precious find. That is so sweet of your mom.
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I thought I knew pretty much all there was to know about my mother, until…
Well done, Kate.
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Precious things blue, nice take on the prompt.
Much💙love
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The bluebird broach looks beautiful to us but to you finding a treasure must be more than happiness. Finding those lost moments.
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YOUR bluebird is with you now…home at last…and I know it will bring you some happiness. 🙂
(Sorry to hear how it was no longer yours. 😦 )
(((HUGS))) ❤
PS…My mom had a lot of broaches and pins…nothing expensive, but many of them pretty. So after she passed one of my sisters and I divided them among all of my mom's granddaughters and granddaughters-in-law…and the gals all seemed to appreciate that. 🙂
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I’m so glad you found your bluebird, Kate, in your mother’s things and in this poem, and that you got the chance to sort through those things. My sister didn’t give me that chance, but I do have an old brooch my mother gave me years ago, and a ring that doesn’t fit, but I treasure them both.
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I’m glad you found it
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I’m pleased you have your bluebird of happiness back, Kate. I’m sorry you had to lose your mum to get it.
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oh, so glad you found it… i love it Kate.. its beautiful and unique
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Lovely!
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Things with wings give us peace because they offer us freedom. I can watch birds for hours and hours. It is like the whisper of a dream in motion; it reminds me to keep trying my own ‘wings’. I am glad you found your treasure; may it kindle in your heart the desire to set yourself free from all that would hold you back from happiness. I am sorry for the loss of your mother. I hope this winged gem is a sign of piece for you; so much there in all that blue…blue moments, blue sky, bluebirds that defy all the odds against them and keep flying anyway.
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I am so glad you found your bluebird 😀 this is a beautiful poem 💝💝
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Wow, Kate the blue bird looks so beautiful and quite unique. Your poem too is so apt. Good you found it from your mother’s collection.
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Lovely bird. I’ve found a few odd pieces in charity shops. One jar had an assortment of odd earrings that I donated to a group that was reworking the items to sell for a different charity.
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Glad you found it, Kate. Better late than never…
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SMiLes.. my Mother Wrote me a Loveliest
Letter When i Turned 33.. She Promised me
my life Will Tell A ‘Grand Story
Before i Go.. Yet
We Found It In Her
Home Many
Years Later First
After She Passed
Away Now It’s a Picture
In A Poem And Her Soul
Of Love Still Breathes in my Eyes
Green to Blue Yet Without Blues to Love..:)
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A bluebird, they say, is a messenger from the divine. That final stanza is so very powerful, “anything I loved
would vanish into
her collection.” Beautiful writing.
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That was such a touching poem, Kate! I’m glad you have your bluebird again. It really is beautiful.
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A certain sense of grey and colorful in this poem intriguing lending a certain shadow, the contrast expressing color hues 🙂
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what an colourful interesting comment, thanks!
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Love bluebirds.
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me too ..
really you don’t have to read so many posts Elizabeth, just one or two … I understand you are time deprived!
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I enjoy your posts so I try to get to them whenever I can. 😉 Hugs
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