My Mother Was a Bluebird - song
by Jerry Ratch
My mother was a bluebird
Who flew from tree to tree
My father was a pilot
Who flew right over me
Her soul is still living
There upon my tree
My dad's evaporated
Right in front of me
My brother's soul has wandered
Far away I see
I'm trying hard to find him
Anywhere near me
But why is it so hard now
To find him in the sky
Does he have so much trouble
Learning how to fly?
My mother was a bluebird
Who flew from tree to tree
My father was a pilot
Who flew right over me
Her soul it is still living
There upon my tree
My dad's evaporated
Right in front of me
I cannot find my brother
In this troubled world
Maybe in the morning
We'll find him all unfurled
He'll follow after father
Flying through the clouds
Chirping like a new bird
Crying out so loud
My mother was a bluebird
Who flew from tree to tree
My father was a pilot
Who flew right over me
Her soul it still is living
Here upon my tree
My dad's evaporated
Right in front of me
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Author's Note
song
copyright (c) 2016 by Jerry Ratch
registered with ASCAP
The nursery rhyme rhythm and imagery work well as an ironic background to the sadness the poem conveys to me. *
I can hear the music here.
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I would love to hear the melody.