COLOR ME GONE

Color Me Gone

 

I sit and colors all in black

The little girl on the page

She sits among the wild flowers,

But you never see her rage.

 

Will this picture last?

As long as I am here

Will it show the world?

The falling of a tear

 

I look around this playroom

I’m not the only one to die

Faces will disappear and

You will hear our mothers cry

 

I am only eight years old

Many younger here than me

The innocence of childhood

Is gone; can’t you see

 

In this little picture

That I color here today

It represents all of us

In Heaven’s bouquet

 

Color me gone from this world

And I’ll cross the crystal sea

Color me in the garden

Sitting on Jesus’ knee

 

Color me gone,

From a life of pain

Color me home

In God’s Domain

Reviews

[Y.]

I really like this.

[LlamaLord]

Very very beautiful work.
"Color me gone,

From a life of pain"
Love those lines. Wonderful read, thanks! :D

Austin D

[C.T. Bailey]

A good reflection of the sadness from your story. The last two stanzas are really lovely. This is such a sad story. I like your incorporation of the poem with the story. It will make a nice addition to your book. Very well done...
CT

[Tammy]

Oh, very good. I like this.