The brightest colour

Written by: sindisiwe Dube

I was once my mother's favourite colour
Her bossom was mine and mine alone
Under her wings l would hide when it was raining
Then a stranger tiny but loud arrived 
He took my place and took one of my mother's eyes
My heart was bitter but his smile l could not resist
Over the years l have come to accept
He is my mother's second colour
But the only question is 
Which is the brightest of the two?












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