Yellow

Her bedroom was a sunny yellow The paint reflecting her charm She disarmed every morning, smiling With enormous baby grins greeting each day As she grew, this sunny disposition Came from her soul, As much a part of her, as arm or leg, As sunny as the yellow curls that crowned her head At times she was sweet and delicate Like holding a little yellow duckling in the palm of your hand Sometimes she was giggly and playful Like when you share yellow buttered popcorn with a friend Her heart grew like a little flame Growing brighter with every year Her eyes would shine, like the brightest stars, twinkling in their mirth Yet full of kindness, and soft as a pale yellow rose The sun seemed to follow her, a radiance, a glow from within That could warm a room on a cold day A ray of sunshine, like daffodils, born to lift spirits Or a yellow marguerite, bright with cheer It is no surprise That the grown woman she became Would bear a sunny little boy With yellow curls, and a beaming smile .......who lights up my life who sits in the glow of a yellow lamplight and colors pictures of a big, fat, yellow sun with his favorite yellow crayon Dedicated to my daughter...who is the Sunshine of our Family