Colours

COLORS

I don't like the color blue

It reminds me of you

Your blue jeans and your shirts

I still have a few

That I hold close when I sleep

Trying not to weep

I breathe in your scent

And pretend you never went

And I don't like green

It's the color of every scene

Of you working on the land

Working with your hands

You tended and you pruned

You planted and you groomed

You were one with the green

Placing colors in between

And brown makes me cry

It's the color of your eyes

And the hair against your cheek

The way it curled made me weak

I still see you everywhere

Then realize you're not there

And I don't like brown

Because now you're not around

I recall a day at the beach

The waves crashing within reach

I wore a lemon dress

Laughing without stress

We picnicked on the sand

Time more perfect than we'd planned

The day so warm and mellow

But now, I don't like yellow

All colors make me grieve

But red's the worst I perceive

I was wearing muted red

The day you stayed in bed

When your illness won the day

I held you as you slipped away

The loss  filled me with dread

And I hate the color red

So I live my life in grey

It is the only way

To work and then come home

To get through night and day

Don't see any rainbow shade

Nor white or black

I just see grey, simply grey

Because you're never coming back

I don't like the color blue

It reminds me of you

Your blue jeans and your shirts

I still have a few

That I hold close when I sleep

Trying hard not to weep

I breathe in your scent

And pretend you never went

by Norma M. Freeman

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