Stitched together by Nature and Time

Colour painted skies still capture spirit Time

And Time dances with Nature to a rhythm sublime

But Time took a pause on the 13th of May

Celebrating with Nature my birth on this day

“What colour shall we give her?” asked Time as he thought

But Nature resisted and said “We’ll give her nought…

… For this one will be tested and colours she’ll wear

But the one that defines her is the one she will share”

My childhood was painted with colours so warm

Yellow and orange and even red did inform

The energy and fun of days so carefree

Began to allow others to see and hear me

And Time moved slowly with Nature’s grand course

But then I grew up, pushed by Deaths’ potent force

My mother died sadly when I was but twelve

While Nature cried with Time, “Look at ourselves!”

“She cannot be comforted; she’s painted in black”

Nature wept openly, while Time took the flack

He could not touch me, his reach could not heal

Black was the colour… was all I could feel

Trauma took hold as grief was ignored

Loss became my stronghold, my safety and sword

Then Pride made an appearance in colours so bold

Brilliance of purple, red, white, and gold

I began to stand tall, but Loss held my hand

Whispering, “You’re weak… you’re unable to stand”

Black became my comfort, a place to hide

All other colours I could not abide

An adult I became and a mother at that

Five different souls and with colours they sat

I watched and I loved as they chose what to wear

They changed many colours and found ones to share

Ben being the oldest, the strong one and smart

Chose his colour early right from the start

He said he liked many but red was his shade

He was all fire and Pride he forbade

Then Reagan followed suit and liked the colour red

But as he got older white took its’ stead

He became happy to give others their voice

Preferring to watch and learn was his choice

Minjiluk was different his name said it all

The colour that chose him reminded of Fall

Beige and khaki the colour of brown

Spoke of his naturalness with warmth as his crown

Tawny wore pink, my daughter… a delight

But she ran like her brothers with another insight

Golden yellow flecks shimmered bright in her eyes

When she was happy it was hard to disguise

Jack was born fifth a funny tough fellow

He was painted saffron a shadow of yellow

Happiness and sunshine painted him right

For he grew as a man steeled in great might

Over the years I got to watch, admire them each

As they chose different colours, lessons to teach

That I got to choose one other than black

Or maybe a few I could choose from the stack

So, the other day I looked and black did not see

I don’t know what happened, I asked, “Whatever could be?”

Then I heard Time chime in like a voice so rare

And Nature spoke softly “What one will you share?”

I smiled at the warmth of red, orange, and yellow

Who were the first to say an almighty “hello!”

The cooler subdued purple, green, and blue

Spoke calmly and relaxed me, somewhat too

The sophisticated colours of white, brown and cream

Spoke neutrally, not calmly nor with a scream

I then saw black, with colours white and gray

But black did not see me, did not look my way

Nature and Time both spoke from afar

“Which will you choose… now an adult you are?

No colours were given you for we could not choose

We knew in the end, healing would be a muse.”

I nodded and said “Yes that is right…

… but the colour I’ve chosen is one from the fight

It was with me when black teased to consume

All the light that was around me… this colour did loom

It’s not what you call warm, neutral, or cool

Naming it such would be limiting and cruel

But it gave me when I needed it, Unconditional love

It reminded me of my mother in heaven above

This colour gave arrows of Hope to attack

All that Loss left me when it left me with black

My smile no more a mask to hide Pain

For my hurt is now healing, this colour had slain

Yes- Death did test me, but I was found true

By this colours’ ambience, comforted anew

I am unique, made with scars born from Shame

Transformed by this colour, its’ mark they proclaim

This colour is flirtatious, youthful, and fun

It reminds me of a childhood spent in the sun

It is sweet and said, made of sugar and spice

Targets hitting hurt places with accuracy precise

Of sadness and tears and heartache despair

This colour did save me… my heart did repair

So, I guess you are surprised to know that I think

The colour that is me, is respectfully pink.”

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