counting blue birds
certain things bring tears to my eyes
but I’m not about to let anyone
in on my little secrets
she asked me ‘penny for my thoughts’
and I replied how I really miss
counting blue birds from the deck
autumn was short and the winter cruel
and I was forced to retreat
back to the days of my youth
how I wanted her to accompany me
but I needed her to stay behind
in case they return while I’m away
january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
I saw a little red cardinal this morning and thought of you and this poem
how wonderful!
bluebirds of unhappiness, so sad.
they’re bound to return before too long and make you happy again….