My favorite picture is not painted
on a piece of paper or on an artist's
canvas. It's an image in the sky;
a sunset. It looks like a picture
by they way it sits in the sky above
the tree tops. It has the colors of a
rainbow, with passionate pretty pink,
following behind it is a mellowing
orange, almost a peach, with shades
of amber filling in the empty spaces,
and a soft baby blue blending
into the richest darkening sky, that
reaches as far as the eye can see.
And in the sky that looks like a
smooth and dark blue ocean stands
all alone one bright twinkling star.
YOU ARE READING
My Mother's Words
PoesiaWhen my mother was younger, she wrote all the time. Poems, stories, you name it, she loved it. She had two notebooks filled entirely of those, she gave them to me and now I'm going to give them with you!
