Popping In Colours
Attracted by the different hues in glass bottles
My little daughter saw them lined on dad's table
An irresistible passion to savour their delight
Brought her in close proximity to dad
Sitting on his lap at meal times became a routine
Her eyes moved to his hands as he picked up his capsules
She parted her lips with a hope it would be popped
In her mouth too as he did with whatever he ate
Disillusioned that the green, red and yellow shades remained
Mirages to a child learning names of attractive colours
Next noon she toddled up the table when none were within view
And grabbed a bottle with the brightest red and wriggled down
Sadly the bottle slipped, crashed and the floor glowed with its ruddiness
One wail but her eyes sparkled, loudly babbling, 'Red, red, red!'
The next morn there were two rows of bottles spread on the table
Coloured gelatine capsules and tablets for old grandpa to recoup and restore
Chocolate gems in distinct tints for his grandchild to accompany him
But, it was grandpa's turn to open his mouth to feast on her tinged chocola's!
June 1, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
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