Mother’s Colors

I took every shade, hue and tint

It took me so long to cue into the hint

That I am a spectrum of colors

Given to me by my mother

She painted pictures of life

While I strived to be understood

I didn’t know that someday I would

Become a starving wife

My colors turned to mud

Yet a flower bloomed inside my womb

Washed over by irridescent suds

I emerged from my self-imposed tomb

And through my daughter’s hint

She had taken on every shade, hue and tint

I gave birth to the spectrum of colors

That began in me from my mother