Alluring Auras

My best friend is ruby, she’s bold and outspoken.

My neighbor is grey, he’s sad and he’s broken.

My husband is orange, hardworking and kind.

My son and his wife, together are wine.

My daughter’s a mixture of purple and green,

And her girlfriend the sweetest blue I’ve ever seen.

My youngest is made up of a rainbow of hues,

And I see glimpses of that in his trusted muse.

My big sister is as red as the embers in hell,

The other is pink which suits her quite well.

Both of my brothers are their own shades of lime,

Which helps keep them balanced most of the time.

As for me, I shine yellow, or so I am told,

A color seen often in the frail and the old.

Through the years I have known a plethora of others,

Each with bright auras of various colors.

I don’t dare imagine how bland life would be,

If it weren’t for the colors inside you and me.