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.
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