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Once upon a time there was a little grey bird who was terribly grieved. She had suffered many loses in a short amount of time. She lost her home, her calling, and most importantly, her father to that dreaded C- word – cancer.

Now her father, she prefers to call him Dad, had always been very strong. So strong in fact that others looked up to him in all ways. He was like Superman, a fighter of good, who when he got knocked down, he always got back up. Unfortunately, he met his match in cancer and faded away before grey bird’s eyes.

Now this nearly destroyed grey bird, as she could not find a way to release all of the pain she felt deep down inside of her. No words to convey her loss, no song she could sing to relieve her sadness. One day she began fluttering about, as her movement seemed to help her not feel so alone. The next thing she knew, she had created a dance in honor of her Dad. She named the dance A Daughter’s Lament, as it told the story of his passing and showed how heavily she grieved his loss.

Much to grey bird’s surprise this dance made others feel better about their losses too. Then one day she woke up with a song in her heart and she was most surprised once again. She called the song Feels Like a Sunday, which described the day her Dad was laid to rest.

More time passed and days turned into months and months turned into years, until one day little grey bird found her words. Not just any words, but poetic words. Words she had not seen the likes of for many a moon, not since she was young and still under the care of her Dad’s wing. Her words flowed so freely, she created one poem after another, and before she knew it, she had created a small number of poems. So she gathered them all into a little collection she called none other than Little Grey Bird.

Ironically enough, she found that by sharing her poems with others she began healing. People asked to have their own copies of grey bird’s book and she found this helped everyone, not only herself. Little grey bird kept sharing her poetry, songs, and dance until one day she woke up and realized that her grey haze had faded. That was the day she discovered … When Grey Turns Blue.

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Welcome to Blue Door Poetry – from one bird to another…
Caroline Brae