I’ve seen the color Blue during some of the happiest days of my life
I saw Blue skies during the long day while I played
I saw Blue crayons on my floor during coloring time
I saw Blue fly in the air when I kicked my Blue bouncy ball
Blue was the color I saw whenever I was happy
However Blue was also the color I saw whenever I was sad
I saw a Blue glass shattered on the floor due to my mother’s anger
I saw Blue shirts being worn by those at my grandmother’s funeral
I saw Blue tears fall down my father’s face as he saw his mom in her casket
Though Blue is a beautiful color that can bring someone happiness
It is also a color that can bring out the misery of someone who is hurt
I wear Blue almost every day to remind myself that everyone has a color
Everyone has a color that tells who they are and where they’ve been
My color is Blue
And I wear it with pride
Whether I’m happy or sad, you will always know by the color that I wear.
- Author: Ace (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2017 11:23
- Category: Sad
- Views: 24
Comments1
Good write.
Thank you.
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