Cassie58

Blue Eyes, Blue Eggs, Lost Love.

joannie struck a chord 

sang the saddest of songs 

of a revisiting ghost 

she sang about bobbie  

 

when the moon was full 

in her soulful soprano voice 

diamonds and rust, lost love 

a haunting of sorts 

 

she sang that his blue eyes 

were bluer than robins eggs 

i remembered those eyes 

knew it to be true

 

and though i have never seen

a robin’s egg, one was hidden

for sure in a nest in the ivy

outside our back door

 

for the robin diligently

entered with juicy grubs

when it was safe to do so

when no one was looking

 

until one morning I found

on the unforgiving ground

a fledgling, pathetic

cold in its half made vest 

 

i watched the distress

of the returning bird

heard its anguish

saw it take off for good

 

my thoughts caught joannie

was she pushed from the nest

or did she fly away

of her own accord