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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1773356
Poetry about an old woman and a blanket she is making and why it is the color it is.
Her Multi-Colored Life

An old woman sat by the light of the moon
Knitting a blanket of yarn.
And as she sewed, the colored threads
Wrapped round her heart as hard as iron.

This blanket is
my life you see.
It’s all I
shall ever be, it’s me.

Yellow is for all the flowers
I ever made to bloom,
And there are lots of them you see
For I have a green thumb.

Blue is for every child
I ever made to laugh,
For I so much loved children
That blue is almost half.

And black is for my heartache.
Just small amounts are found.
And gray is for my shining hair
That used to be so brown.

And pink is for the roses
That bloom on my lover’s cheek,
And purple for his royal heart.
No truer man you’d seek.

The border of my blanket
Is knit of purest gold.
It was a happy life I led.
And now as I grow old,

I must hurry and finish this blanket,
For it shall be my shroud,
And all my many memories
Will speak to me out loud.
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