She was a primary color kind of gal
young at heart, year after year.
Neon chalk streaks adorned her hair
blue moon ice cream colored her tongue.
She wore bright yellow boots to walk in the rain.
Smiley face balloons attached at the wrist,
always her shadow of choice.
Her happy place
was wearing a clown-face red nose
making you laugh, wherever you met
in a car or a train or a bus or a van
or rocking in chairs here at the home.
We missed her after she died.
But the old man now in her room
wakes every day with a smile,
seeing the large crooked rainbow
painted wheel-chair height,
directly across from his bed.


Lillian, you are becoming a daily dose for me. Love your poems.
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Oooh, hope that’s a daily dose better than the medicine where you hold your nose 🙂 — I remember those days long long ago! 😜
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After punching the button, I did think that might not be the best in the way of a metaphor, but a dose a day does help so I’m sticking with it!
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Love the metaphor – I’m flattered😊
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Mrs. Jester would be so flattered to hear such a warm and colorful descriptions of herself. I had an aunt like her and I always remember thinking that I wanted to be just like her.
So so lovely, Lillian!
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Thank you so much…aren’t aunts wonderful? 🙂 So glad you liked it!
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Gosh Lillian,
This is packed with spectacular color and poignant imagery. While reading, I envisioned a child’s coloring book – heavy black lines–your words, the crayons–all the colors you bring to this piece. The meaning, gorgeous when filled in–a beautiful book left for the next tenant.
am:)
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Ann Marie, I feel like you painted a picture with your wonderful complimentary words here. Thank you thank you! :). Tippin’ my glass of Chardonnay to you, my friend!
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I love colors and you just painted words with the brightest of them. Wonderful post!
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Thank you so much! A palette of words 😊
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