Yellow Is

I wrote this in 10th grade for my "color poem" assignment.

Yellow is the warmth I feel
When I see my newborn daughter.
They set her, a warm, wiggling bundle,
Into my arms for the first time.

“Baby, I love you.”

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Yellow is my baby’s giggling.
Her laughter as she takes
Her first step,
Says her first word.

“Baby, I love you.”

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Yellow is dandelions.
My daughter stoops down,
Blonde hair sweeping her face.
“Mommy, these are for you.”

“Mommy, I love you.”

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Yellow is the sunlight,
Dancing in her hair.
Running toward me,
Into my open arms.

"Mommy, I love you.”

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Yellow is the school bus.
The bus that takes her away
To school and back.
Such a smart girl.

“Mom, I love you.”

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Yellow is lemonade.
The lemonade stand she builds.
The money she makes through the summer,
Sharing her profit.

“Mom, I love you.”

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Yellow is a hug.
The warm hug my daughter gives me
When I’m feeling down.
The warm hug I give her back.

“Mother, I love you.”

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Yellow is giggling.
The giggling of teenage girls
As they tell each other
How much they hate their parents.

“Mother, I hate you.”

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Yellow is roses.
The roses she receives
From a boyfriend,
Sneaking out to be with him.

“Mother, I hate you.”

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Yellow is the sun, moon, and stars,
As they appear through the many days.
The joys and sadness of my memories.
The years flying by.

“Mother, I love you. Mother, I hate you.”

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Yellow is the warmth I feel
On her wedding day.
Yellow is the roses
Held in her hands.

“Mommy, I love you.”

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Yellow is the tears clouding my eyes,
When they give my daughter
Her newborn bundle of joy.
The warmth in her eyes as she looks at him.

"Mommy, I love you. Baby, I love you.”

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Yellow is remembering.
Memories are the old,
Yellowed pages of a book;
Always bitter sweet.
Yellow is hearing:

“Mommy, I love you.”

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

you have this innate ability to look so far into the future - put the moments on paper and illuminate it in the present. Such a beautiful poem - the things we go through - the "I love yous" the "I hate yous" the letting go. Truly a wonderful work.

[rachel D]

alright, i read this the other day and now i'm back reviewing it because it's on the review list and it's really striking me how heart-wrenching it is when it turns from " mommy i love you" to "mommy i hate you." you take this poem in a completely different direction than i thought it was going to go and i like it- even though it's harsh. this poem is bittersweet and telling of many things. how we grow and change and learn to both love and to hate and then it seems we come back around to loving again.
beautiful write. i'm glad you put it on the read request list!

[Robert Luna]

Such a heart warming piece capturing the spanned of a life from birth to becoming a mother herself. This was a fantastic read. I really enjoyed the way you showed the different stages of this relationship develop.


Great Job!!!!

[Yvonne Heidt]

Dezaraye - You so nailed this. *wiping tears from my eyes*

Beautiful emotions and well written.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Wow I was blown away with this......simply wonderful!

[Sean Allen]

This is like a song about a beautiful life. It is so beautiful that I hadly know what to say Dezaraye. My daughter Jenne was born thirty-one years ago. There were three birthing rooms at Bridgeport Hospital... One Blue, one Pink and one Yellow.

[An Ordinary Woman]

What a precious and priceless tribute! This left me with many memories of my own and you really nailed what's like. I LOVE this!

[curley]

It's beautiful. I really like the format you put this poem in - creative and its symbolizes all the thoughts that run through daughters' heads at different points in their lives. Very well writen. Thanks for sharing! God bless.

[Thea M. Joy]

Regardless of what it was supposed to be, I think it's beautiful. Great work, girlie!