So I Say Yellow You Say What

You say Yellow And then Expectantly await A light repost Of tales of Golden Sunshine Piercing through the drudgery But when you say Yellow Expecting reposts of sunshine It sadly takes me back and reminds me that cancer turned my father's skin and face To a yellow not the likes or shade of rainbow , sunflowers or gold But rather of cancer yellow that you won't find on any colour chart Because decay is hard to replicate Once the leaves of Autumn have all but fallen and been swept up and away At least his ashes we're no longer yellow When they we're scattered and flew away taken aboard the backs Of pollen Bees to process into tiny tears of oh so sweet Honey drops Because he meant so much and deserved a fitting end not the sticky one he met