Daddy's Color

"The sky is blue," you'd say

"It's not," I'd reply

An ages old discussion

Between you and I

Right, Daddy?

"We never argued, Mama

We discussed, you see

Discussions needed substance

Or else they would be

Colorless!"

Now who debates the blue sky

When we always knew

The sky holds all the colors

Every single hue

Has value

Mom always claimed we fought

Over everything

But it was just discussion

With a little zing

I miss it

I miss you, Dad...

It was what we knew

Reds and yellows, blazing orange

Greens and shades of blue

And everything that made us WE

Masters of discussion

You and me