White

White

White is the colour of clouds floating outside my window

Quietly moving, sometimes bringing rain sometimes not

They remind me of marshmallows

Sweet and like a kiss on my tongue

That makes me feel happy, just for a moment, sometimes longer

White is the colour of day dreams and lazy days

Or teeth shining after being brushed

Perhaps it is a colour of hope

A world opening up even though I am inside watching

I leave the windows open as if they might come inside and sparkle my day

White is the colour of her white pinafore

Freshly ironed and glowing

Although I don’t see her as much now

Sometimes white is too bright and I stay away from watching – I understand why

White feels like a marker of hope and renewal

And I will learn to embrace it as much as I can.