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