Blind

Blind

A Poem by Aimee Holt

I haven’t seen your colours

You ask me,

“yellow, pink or white?”

I don’t even know

what roses look like.

How can I tell you

If I want

“yellow, pink or white?”

Mother loves her roses

she loved them for their scent.

She never told me their colours

So I will never know if

“yellow, pink or white?”

Is what she would have liked.

© 2012 Aimee Holt


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Added on October 18, 2012
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Aimee Holt
Aimee Holt

Surbiton, Surrey, United Kingdom



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A Story by Aimee Holt