What Colour Really Means To Me

Green, the colour of the leaves on the trees that I love

White, the colour of the clouds up above

Blue, the colour of the river that I and my family adore

Brown, the colour of maple syrup and wanting more

Orange, the colour of the sun when the day is done

Purple, my Dad’s favourite colour, like him it’s loads of fun

Teal, my Mom’s favourite colour, my best friend

Like gold, the colour of her heart, I hope it never ends

Kentucky green, the colour of my Grandfather’s spirit

His stories and poems, it was like being in an exhibit

Spring green, the colour of the beautiful grass

Lying down with my family as the day would pass

Baby blue, the colour that makes me feel calm

Where I talk and share my feelings with my Mom

Black, the colour of the night where the spirits come alive

Where happiness and sorrow arrive

Red, the colour of the strawberries I pick in the summer

When we make jam with a piece of bread some sugar and butter

Pink, the colour of my sweater that reminds me of my best friend

The feeling of how I long to hold her hand

Burgundy, the colour of bacon on Sunday morning

The chaotic sound and smell of it burning

All these colours make my rainbow

They cheer me up when I feel low

I feel free, allowed to be who I want to be

The colours that mean something to me

It’s more about how they make me feel than what I see