Little Bluebirds Fly

There's no real answer. Somehow "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" has kind of become the Babies' song.

I remember when we opened their memory packets and saw their little gowns. . . Then I folded them up to return to the packets, with so much care, and I started humming this part of the song: "If happy little bluebirds fly. . ." It was as if I were any other mother, lovingly folding her little ones' clothes. Perhaps I momentarily forgot that I was folding clothes for babies who weren't here.

Of course, it must be more than a pretty tune. One can't deny a possible subliminal draw to the wistfulness of the song. After all, if there really is this place over the rainbow where skies are blue and dreams come true, and if happy little bluebirds really can fly over said rainbow, then indeed -why, oh why can't I?