Hello, Aficionados: Color Me Forgiven

If you are reading my poem For rhyme and meter, you May turn the page for my age Wants to tell you a tale of Raising children, falling on toys, Diseases and broken bones, Nights of fear and Days of joy. Of loss of a husband and Middle class money, Too much for stretching, Too little to spend; Of in-laws in-loves and Millions of out-laws. I will tell you of surgeries, Heart stuff and stents Learning mechanics to fix Old cars that wouldn’t start and bent; Sewing machines and mending jeans; Strong thread that ran through The silken colors of love, That came down freely from above. But if you yearn for rhyme and meter, Move on, change these lines and Color me forgiven.