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My eyes are not blue, 
but I see everything through them as if they are.

Mum's garden was my favorite place to play. 
Dad and I chased Cerulean butterflies as they flitted around us
through rows of Cobalt delphinium and Royal Blue forget-me-nots. 
On swift wings, a Sapphire blue jay swept low, singing a sweet mating song
before he flew up and away to a Cornflower colored sky. 
I kept chasing him out of our juicy Indigo blueberry patch.
They were for a pie, but the Periwinkle Blue stains around my mouth
gave evidence that I had eaten as many as I put in the pail.
I remember my parents faces, always smiling at me.

When I was five Mum and Dad went away.
My world became shaded in Soulful Blues. 
Grandmother held me and told me I was going to live with her.
All I could see through my tears was the Silvered Blue of her hair. 
I asked if she would take me to Mum's garden to pick flowers.
When Mum woke I wanted her to find Royal Blue forget-me-nots. 
I left Dad a page of Cerulean butterflies that I colored very carefully.

I didn't want them to forget me.

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2/27/16     Colour Blue Contest
Sponsor:    The Silent One

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