The Color Of My Life
By Carol Bradley
“What do you do?” she asked while we slathered warm croissants
with fresh preserves in the golden, morning sun.
I told her about the city, my job, my days.
She was an artist, a florist, a traveller;
nothing of real value in the steel, grey world
I couldn’t leave behind.
The sun was behind her lighting up her wild, blonde-grey hair.
She was happy in this tropical place; alive, fulfilled.
That morning in the sun; the vibrant, vivid village all around me
would change the color of my life.
“What do I do?” What is important? Who am I?
not the person in rush hour traffic;
nor the one working 10 hour days.
Ask me again; “What do you do?”
I’m filling my garden with lavender blooms,
learning fiery, red Spanish,
making pale, pink tea.
I’m a mother, sister, wife,
a gardener, dog rescuer…a bit of a writer.
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