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Life in A Vibrant Hue

The Colors of Motherhood

By TJ FerryPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Blue, eyes looking up at me

shining with love and hope

full of excitement and curiosity

through pain or just a mope

eyes filled with tears

look to me for comfort

to chase away the fears

to heal the hurt

to be the one with the loudest cheers

turning to me always for support

Purple bruises from learning to walk

everything is dangerous and I must see

as you jump from a rock

fall off a bike or climb a tree

anytime you’re hurt causes my stomach to churn

thinking of your troubles in life I wince

hard lessons you’ll have to learn

Letting go so you can assert independence

The best color to describe your laugh is Periwinkle

from your first baby giggles

a funny joke or a tickle

to a child’s happy squeals

cheerful, energetic, and loud

not afraid to let it out whenever

It’s my most favorite sound

Wish I could put it in a jar and keep it forever

Green, ink marks down your arms

You say you are a dinosaur

great big imagination is one of your charms

Watching you grow is the best gift I could ask for

Green grass stains on all of your clothes

I should be mad

But that’s just how life goes

They’re reminders of the fun you had

Yellow dandelion that you picked for me

The sun shining on your face

Your radiant smile full of glee

A perfect example of beauty and Grace

Red, frustration I’m a human being

Together I won’t always have it

Everything won’t always be peachy keen

I get angry, sometimes I lose my shit

But red is also for Love and devotion

A piece of my heart you’ll always hold

Love as vast and deep as the ocean

A serious responsibility a life to mold

My first look at you I smiled

I knew the best adventure had begun

Your are my precious child

My Daughter, My Son

Colors colors everywhere

I can’t remember who I was before you came

Before you my life seemed meaningless and bare

You changed me, never to be the same

You are my greatest blessing

My joy and pride

Even though motherhood can be stressing

Wild like a rollercoaster ride

It’s my job to love you till my dying breath and beyond

For it’s true

Nothing will break our bond

The most special thing about me is getting to raise you

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