My life began in colors;

soft coral mornings

swaddled my abandoned soul

when arms fell short.

Until the fresh cerulean

of a new day strolled

me home, accepted and

forever welcome.

I heard the sky sing

when you arrived, my name alive

on glorious golden banners.

Angels beamed their approval.

Soon, a white picket fence

wrapped me in tight,

no worries grew in my garden,

and ashen loneliness drifted far                      away.

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