I am actually going page by page…oh take that back- I thought I was going page by page but I actually skipped a few pages. Okay, this poem was written in 1994.

Pink

when we are young

Life’s full and long

Blue

for the mothers who look on down

Brown

for the fathers

not grizzlies; just papas

Grey

for the nan;

now old, not gone

Red

for the dread 

of knowing too late

that time has gone by 

And we’ve grown up too late

Black

for the mood

that schools us; be rude

White

for the love

that softens all odds

Clear

for the fear that keeps us aware

© 1994

Interesting…back in the day, I must have been pretty feisty (black for the mood that schools us; be rude…hah). Interesting…Getting sleepy now…will carry on transcribing later…right now it’s beddy byes…I’m sleeeeepppy.

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