IN COLOR

People ask about the juice box days expecting it to be the gold over the rainbow

I hate when people assume that

Whenever the adults bring it up I always ask about the economy, they like that question

What they don't know is that one question brings in color of the memories, the emotion

It comes in red as bloody noses at night crying so hard my little heart seemed to bleed out

Then blue when the rainy days came in and I knew I was done for

Purple the color of that stupid doctor’s office

Orange the color of the summer sun and swings

I like swings, I can fly on swings

Yellow the color of my favorite dress that I wore when Mommy told me I get more sad then most kids

Pink the color of the crayon the doctor told me to draw on the white paper.

Green the color of the tree in my back yard I would spend hours looking for lady bugs

I liked being by myself, it was better than being at the doctor’s office

Mommy told me to talk about my feelings

I didn't want to because ten year olds don't talk about the meaning of life

Simply because they are living the meaning of it

 

 But I never liked juice boxes, they made my stomach hurt