In the beginning life was blue.
If it had been pink maybe life would have been better.
Mammy said blue was good but I never felt that!
Daddy never said much!
Granny yelled “Speak up”. When I yelled I felt the vivid blue
of a bruise.
Seven blues I was the oldest. If one blue did wrong I felt
the deep blue of the belt buckle.
Caught looking at the pale blue sky! Granny said I would
live up there!
Mammy would laugh, her clear blue eyes sparkling, he’ll go
down not up.
Mammy’s last baby was pink. Daddy spoke. He said “She’ll do”
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