Yellow,
like a butterfly,
flitting through my memory,
lighting here and there:
"It's the happy color!"
Mother often said,
And it was...
chubby taxi cabs,
butter melting on pancakes,
Big Rock Candy Mountain's
Lemonade Springs,
bumblebees in the backyard,
fall leaves clinging to snow-covered branches,
... [to be continued] …
yummy, yellow pound cake,
and yellow roses – the symbol of
great miracles
wrought by love.
Yellow – Yes, Mother,
It's the happy color!
Like a butterfly
fluttering up
into a sky of
azure blue.
– Kay Cannon
