The pink lady with Crayolas
Came to my sick bed one night and
Sat in a gray steel chair
She drew a crayon from the box and began
To color my heart.
“What color is this? I asked
Admiring her handiwork.
What color does it say?”
And she answered.
“The color of the sun and the moon embraced by the Sea
The color of the forest floor strewn with ferns and velvet moss and raindrops
The color of the night before the moon rises and after the sun has set
The color of snow reflecting the glow from the street light outside your bedroom window
But It says Blue-green.”
“Oh! Is it the color of God?” I asked.
And she smiled giving me the crayon
Her wings brushing my cheek
As she silently flew to the next child’s bed.
-David Heaney, January 2018