Saturday, July 24, 2010

My Jajja, The Painter

Jajja said Youth is the colour of leaves
green with the envy to know
my Jajja saw colours in the wind
but never knew the colour of snow

She said pain is the colour of earth
a stain only time can remove
Jajja's laughter was a rainbow though
a colour that was made to soothe

She used to call us her little painters
said our colours were yet undefined
Jajja passed on in late December
her colours run through our hearts and mind

She would have liked you, my Jajja
"A Beautiful One," she would have said
"but beauty is the colour of danger!"
and your lips are battleground red...



Thanks for getting me back on here, M.B.