“My husband hates yellow”

The first time we met

he told me about yellow

and how much he hates yellow

he forbade me from wearing yellow

and every shade of yellow

My favorite skirt was yellow

My lucky socks were yellow

but I got rid of yellow... because he's dear

I woke up this morning

and he was nowhere to be found

he left nothing but a Daffodil and a note behind

saying:

"It wasn't about yellow"

Reviews

[wordman]

well sounds like he made a mistake,he may have learned to love yellow
i have a yellow button down,i like it

[goldenscar__]

His loss.............:)

[Chris Shaw]

Wow, that is a killer of a parting. I've always liked the colour yellow myself, so bright and cheery. Nothing like a host of daffodils nodding in the breeze. Wordsworth adored them. I have never obeyed my husband. If he had given me that sort of ultimatum he wouldn't have lasted long. Your poem opens up many thoughts about relationships. Respect and understanding being just two of them..I liked your poem very much.

Chris

[goldenscar__]

Thank you very much dear Chris. It's always delightful to read your constructive reviews.
I agree. It took me 5min to write it and many days to think about it. Thank you for reading.

[Einstein Noodle]

i am struck dumb ...great use of the turn in closing ...leaves her a daffodil indeed ..wow ...speaks emphatically how much is lost in translation sometimes in a relationship ... and how one sided they can be as well ... fine story telling ..straight forward language that paints a much larger picture than on the surface ... universally relatable .. nice one Golden
E.

[goldenscar__]

Hiii E.
Thank you for your kind review. We're always lost in translation; sometimes it works, sometimes we are left with a daffodil. =)
Thank you for reading