Variations of Blue
By ab
The color of dawn at morning's first light, Deep purple sunset just before night, Your eyes twinkling with laughter, oh what a delight. Variations of blue, dear, variations of blue. I've lost a few of my close friends to death, And stood by my mom as she breathed her last breath. I buried my dad and had many regrets. There are variations of blue, dear, variations of blue. Times were hard. We were poor, but we were young. And even without money we found ways to have fun. Holding each other close, watching the setting sun, And the variations of blue, dear, variations of blue. We went everywhere together, couldn't stand to be apart. Even in a supermarket you pushed, and I pulled the cart. I sometimes still haunt those aisles looking for my heart. I have variations of blue, dear, variations of blue.A poem for my husband, Elmer Lee Sitzes, who died in my arms Oct 20, 1998. Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 05:10 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The color of dawn at morning's first light,..."