Bluebird, If You Could Talk To Me...

Yesterday, a bone marrow biopsy for Michael.  I know it hurt him.  He felt fine not long afterward, though.  I can't take away his pain.  I can hold his head and let him be the beautiful being that he is.

Today will be the PET scan. 

A photo of a huge photo in the doctor's office

Bluebird, flying high
Tell me what you sing
If you could talk to me
What news would you bring
Of voices in the sky

Nightingale, hovering high
Harmonize the wind
Darkness, your symphony
I can hear you sing
Of voices in the sky

Just what is happening to me
I lie awake with the sound of the sea
Calling to me







All Love