THE COLOR BLUE
Blue box that has an open lid
Blue ribbon peeking out
Blue letters that the ribbon tied
Hold frequent words of doubt
Blue pages fill her diary
Blue memories on her mind
Blue tears once filled her broken heart
For love o’er which she pined
Blue paper, torn and faded now
Blue words she penned in rhyme
Blue flowers now pressed dry and flat
Came from a grievous time
Blue shawl that keeps her shoulders warm
Blue shadows ‘neath her brow
Blue eyes so lively in the past
Are clouded over now
Blue robe across her aching knees
Blue clasp in thin white hair
Blue veins in her old wrinkled hands
That hold the box with care
– – –
“Blue isn’t just a pretty hue,”
She whispered of her past
Then slipped away to death’s blue deep
The blue box closed, at last
12/17/89 – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
5’th … Indiana NPD 1990
2’nd … Paw (in Pa) 1991
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