Hues

I can not help but keep colors on my mind.
So I decided to take a step back in time.
And all I saw were hues that I had lost –
ones I tried to keep at any cost:

Her black hair waving
against a purple sunset
that she had been seeing, coming
for a little while yet.

His honeyed eyes –
when they shut for the last time
I couldn’t see how he could be so wise
that he knew he was near the end of his climb.

But when I turned my eyes back to the present
all I could see was my daughter’s ascent:
Her hair like sprouting soil.
Her eyes like a sky’s morning arrow.

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