Blessed be -
the purple hue
of my mother
exuding care,
nurture, healing.
the silver streaks
of my father
slick comfort
inviting laughter.
my sisters
orange & yellow; fully.
together and apart
shining of a new flame.
the sky blue
of my nephew
pearly whites, the clouds,
while the spirit, heaven sent.
pink, red, & green
glow through my nieces
deep inhales of wonder
promises of a bright future.
& then there’s me…
learning, dimming the aura
doesn’t give people peace
because it takes away mine.
joy rains down upon me
staring into the mirror
illuminating the core within me,
my life is so golden.
FF
Freddie Fulton
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