A performer, a lover, a mother, a fashionista, an icon; a symbol of the purest joy and of the most tragic agony.
“Mama left us with so many feelings we never would have discovered about ourselves until she exquisitely translated them to us with her voice. She is to be missed deeply, yes… But, what if we never had her? That’s what we celebrate today. Mama gave each and every one of us the gift of hope, laughter, and love.” – Liza Minnelli
An Ode To Judy Garland
by Michaela Thompson (whimsycaly)
Fly little bird, fly
Into the endless sky
—
Beat with the wind
Struggle and fight
You shall prevail
In eternal flight
—
Your sweet melodies
That you so softly cry
Will carry in the breeze
For legends never die
—
Chin up, my dear
Your tribulation
Confound it all
It’s our admiration
—
So sing with bluebirds
Grace us with your glow
For when you took that flight
You crossed the rainbow.
