No Color Here

Her mother said “no color” Her father would concur. He never went against her mother. Neither did her sister or her brother. But I am an artist, she told them I need color to love, honor and explore. You can have some color, Mom said, when you go out that door Color at school, color out in the sun, but to me, color is simply not done. So the artist grew up and put color hither and yon. Everything that was available soon had some color splashed on. Her mother cannot visit, it is too much for her to endure. But her father sneaks over, he loves her colors and her.