A color that is far from sad.
Even though associated with death,
There’s no other color as warm as breath.
From curtains to linen to daily wear,
In our house, it’s everywhere.
You may think we have lost all sense,
To use a color that is death’s pretense.
Here’s the argument from the color’s side:
Wasn’t I just worn by a happy bride,
Moving towards a new life in long strides?
Wasn’t I the color you chose,
When the rest of them made no sense in clothes?
Wasn’t I the color your designer eyed,
When your house needed a roomier side?
Wasn’t I the color of clouds,
You looked forward to when the grey overcrowds?
Wasn’t I the color of the snow,
When your kid made a snowman that made her glow?
Wasn’t I the color of flowers,
That you planted in the first spring hours?
Wasn’t I the color that brought in calm,
When you couldn’t go to that place with palms?
Wasn’t I the color you just termed serene,
Then why define me so mean?
Wasn’t I the color you used for contrast,
When it came to palettes of life so vast?
In my defense of the color that just fought,
It will always be the one I sought.
Now I leave it to you to decide,
If you’re on the color’s side.