Her bedroom was a sunny yellow
The paint reflecting her charms
She woke from slumber smiling
with enormous baby grins that greeted each morning
As she grew, this sunny disposition
came from her soul
As much a part of her, as her arms or legs
As sunny as the yellow curls that crowned her head
Her whims, could be soft and delicate,
like holding a yellow duckling in the palm of your hand....
but, most often, giggly and playful, and filled with mischief
like sharing yellow buttered popcorn with a friend,
while tossing some in the air
Her heart grew like a little flame
growing brighter with every year
Her eyes would shine, like stars that twinkle in their mirth
and matured with kindness, soft as a pale yellow rose
The sun seemed to follow her radiance, a glow from within
She could warm a room on a cold day
A ray of sunshine, like the daffodils, born to lift spirits and bring a bit of cheer
It is no surprise
that the grown woman she would become
would bear a sunny little boy
with yellow curls, and a beaming smile
who lights up my life
who sits in the glow of yellow lamplight
who draws pictures of a big, fat, happy, yellow sun
with his favorite yellow crayon
and says to me.....
"Will you color with me, Grandma?...
Which color do you like best?"......
For my daughter...who is the sunshine of our family...