I remember the color Violet.
I remember the pretty, soft lilac sheets that I was tucked snugly into each night. The violet of the sweetly scented flowers that welcomed me home from school each day. I remember the color Violet.I rmember the color Blue.
I remember the bright sunny skies. I rmember Mommy's blue eyes. I remember the dress she made for me of cerulean. I remember the color Blue.I remember the color Green.
I remember the sun-warmed grass between my toes. I remember the ferns hanging in the kitchen and the green glass pitcher that endlessly held lemonade. I remember the color Green.I remember the color Yellow.
I remember the sunlight creeping in through my window in the afternoon. I remember the golden paneling on the walls of the den. I remember the lampshades in Mommy's room. I remember the color Yellow.I remember the color Orange.
I remember the fiery glow and the heat from under the door. I remember the flames pushing me towards the stairwell. I remember the color orange.I remember the color Red.
The color of blood. Blood that flows through our veins. Blood that nurtures our bodies. Blood that spills. I remember the color Red.I remember the color Brown.
I remember the dull brown eyes of my Daddy looking down at me. The brown of the coffin. I remember the color Brown.I remember the color Black.
The dark clothing they wore. The color of my shoes. The closing of the lid. I remember the color Black.Oh, God, I remember the color Black.
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