Colors Of My Heart

When people ask, " What is your favorite color?"

My response, "WHY, ALL OF THEM!"

Who am I to show favoritism to one of God's creations?

They were all created simultaneously, with the same care, pride, and joy by my creator, the same care, pride, and joy He had when He made me.

He loves the colors He made as He loves me.

I see the intensity of pride and joy and love when I look at the beauty of my skin and how it blends, glows beautifully with everything in nature.

I saw it in my son's light brown eyes when first I held him, and he took my breath away with his perfection. I immensely felt the three: pride, joy, and love.

I saw it in the paleness of green bruising on my daughter's bottom after incubating in my womb, waiting to take her first breath of life. Then watched the green hue slowly fade and blend into a tawny tan as she grew.

I saw it in the brilliant flames that flickered in the fire on the beach on a damp autumn night when my love kissed me for the first time: the red, the oranges, the magenta, the yellow, the purple, the blue, and the white.

My Heart was and remains as hot as the flames of that perfect fire in that perfect moment.

Breaking through, piercing, an explosion in the blackness of the night and in a flash of light certitude revealed, shedding light on the vision of my future life with the man I love.

It is unfair to ask such a question of me, to make me choose, for the colors are the colors of my heart: the heart of a mother, a lover, a friend, a warrior, a child of the creator.

I can no more separate the colors of my heart than I can detach my soul from my children and the loves of my life.