shades of blue

yale blue;

My mother's jaw dropped
open as we showed her
the picture of the twins.

"Twins?" was all she managed
to pull out of her brain and
out the doors of her lips.

We both nodded as I wrapped
my arms around Azura's
frame.

"You know, this would
be a good reality show,"
Mom began, "Eighteen
with Twins and a Future
Husband who Speaks
through his Paintings...talk
about a poetic story," she
smiled.