by Kelsey Anderson

Created on: April 26, 2008

Grandma was the bluebird
She wrote of when she was young
Who kept her chicks warm in a stable nest
Taught all of them right from wrong

Sacrificing more than enough
To ensure that her babies were happy
Giving them strength, though she needed it more
When the bluebirds lost their daddy

Old enough to leave the nest
Her babies went on their way
Flew up high on sturdy wings
Because of everything that she gave

Grandma was the bluebird
That inspires me still today
I write from my heart as she always did
Her poet's soul, she passed my way

Grandma lives on in her writing
As the bluebird who did her best
Her best turned out to be more than enough...
And love took care of the rest

"The little bluebird sits in her nest
To keep her chicks warm, she is doing her best..."
~Rose Edna Margaret Anderson

April 21, 1922 - August 13,2007

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