Swimming pool blue.
Raspberry red.
Camp-fire orange.
No late-fees amber.
Fountain Pepsi fuchsia.
Lucky-in-love scarlet.
Giggle-box green.
Cutting garden pink.
It was not one of mouth-watering taste.
It was not one of still-life beauty in wait of a frame.
It was not one of still-life beauty in wait of a frame.
My favorite color was "my tummy hurts".
My favorite moments were carrying her too-warm body heavy down the stairs; tucking it into my big people sheets, clean from the line; sharing a pillow as she drifted sad; burrowing my face into chlorine curls; feeling the rise and fall of her chest; whispering prayers into her ear and the ear of One who heals.
I am a Mama who marvels at sharing all the colors of this life. But grey is where I matter most.