Rule Number One of singing the blues...

You must hurt in a soulful way. The way that binds you to another. I was into the blues far before I knew what it meant. Far before you taught me how to listen.

Your blues turned into my own. I did all I could to control it, to tame the way in which your dusk colored eyes peered into mine....

But you were persistent, and all I had so, I made the most out of it. For you. For me. For us..

When Joshua is left to care for his four year old little sister at not even eighteen years old, how on earth will he protect her? More importantly, how will he keep both of them safe from the impending Second World War? What with their Mother's strange last words, a little dying bluebird in need of care and a call for all young and able men to fight for their country - nothing seems quite right. But could there be a story threaded through it all?

Come, take a sneak peek,Come on,Now, how shall I describe this book,What do I say,What do you want to hear from me,How can I describe something that's indescribable,This is a book of poems,Poems on human emotions that set in motion,Dreams  of the unknown,by an unknown,A small child pretending to survive in this world,One step at a time.