a poem that was conceived and written far past the time when I should have been in bed sleeping

little bluebird sing your sad, lonely song in someone else’s ear little bluebird spread your melancholy message where someone wants to hear little bluebird don’t perch on my heart anymore fly far away, fly somewhere new little bluebird I’m happy today, smiling in the sunshine don’t you get in the way of my cheer little…

tears of ink

So today a friend of mine at work was telling me about her daughter, and the past two days she had. This is not unusual, this particular co-worker often tells me about the goings on (at least some of) in her and her daughter's lives. So anyway, Monday was a pretty bad day for my…