Colors
R e d
Was the color
Of memories at the open fireplace
P u r p l e
Was the bruise
I got from my brother
B l u e
Was his face
When he drowned in the pool
P i n k
Was for when mom
Lived with and beat cancer
W h i t e
Was the snow
That one terrible Christmas day
G r e y
Was my life and sky
When my dad finally said his last goodbye
B l a c k
Was when I got promoted
And reached my dreams
O r a n g e
Was the colour
For the first sunset I appreciated
G r e e n
Was when I felt betrayed
When he walked away with my love
Y e l l o w
Was for all the days in my life
Where I had my highs and lows
My failures and strengths
Death and life
Out of all the colors,
Y e l l o w
Was definitely for remembrence,
Where I came from
And where I'm heading.
© Franklin J. Stadler
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