Purple and Red

A kindergarten memory I have is very strong And no one can corroborate Or prove that I am wrong. We’re gluing shapes to paper And two colors we could use. I look at all the choices When deciding which to choose. I proudly pick the purple And to go with it, the red. My teacher, though, suggests I switch to red and blue instead. Her reasoning is simply that My colors do not match. As I remember it, she felt She’d saved me with her catch. Imagine if I’d had the guts To stick with what I liked. Perhaps when projects came my way I might’ve been more psyched. By nullifying what I chose The teacher, I think, fails, For all she did was knock the wind Right out from ‘neath my sails. An artist I will never be – Those skills I don’t possess. Yet red and purple still look good Together, I profess.