close your eyes and listen close
through the wind her energy flows
in that blue bird outside your window
watching over you, and all is known
hear the echoes of her song
happy birthday darling one
flowing harmony love so strong
all of heaven singing along
feel her red lipstick smile
tantalizing tingles hearts desires
in your spirit she resides
for eternity and all of time
walks along side you every hour
gives you strength higher power
gorgeous fragrant vibrant flower
with such pride angelic shower
trickery and games she plays
hide the car keys in the maze
underneath the sunshine rays
many kinds of masquerades
so every time a coin is found
let you know she’s always around
or the sweet scent of intuition
she’s trying to capture your attention
she was blessed on this day
precious baby daughter, she named Lorraine
you were specially chosen, from up above
interwoven never-ending eternal love
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
close your eyes and listen close
through the wind her energy flows
in that blue bird outside your window
watching over you, and all is known
hear the echoes of her song
happy birthday darling one
flowing harmony love so strong
all of heaven singing along
feel her red lipstick smile
tantalizing tingles hearts desires
in your spirit she resides
for eternity and all of time
walks along side you every hour
gives you strength higher power
gorgeous fragrant vibrant flower
with such pride angelic shower
trickery and games she plays
hide the car keys in the maze
underneath the sunshine rays
many kinds of masquerades
so every time a coin is found
let you know she’s always around
or the sweet scent of intuition
she’s trying to capture your attention
she was blessed on this day
precious baby daughter, she named Lorraine
you were specially chosen, from up above
interwoven never-ending eternal love
Written for my sister Lorraine. When I was little I couldn't say Lorraine so I called her "the rain" hehehe Happy Birthday Sis! With Love from me and a kiss. I can not tell you my entire life how many times my Mom lost her car keys, and all us four would be searching couch cushions, all over. Several times we had to stay home. When my Mom was sick and dying of Pancreatic cancer, I told her to send me blue birds or Jays not sure which one so I knew she was ok. She died in January cold time of year in Virginia, no one knew I told her this. And everyone said did you see all the blue birds today at her funeral, oddly I did not see a one. but I do now, usually a blue jay, sitting outside watching. I know that's her spirit.
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