She had all what she wanted but the blessing of hue.
She was gentle and caring, loving and expressive,
And beautified each second and every moment she was to live.
All she saw was Black, all she felt was Black,
All she thought was Black, all she had was Black.
Yet her life seemed more colorful than people around,
'Coz she loved and enjoyed all what she ever found.
She felt joyous like yellow, vibrant like red,
Calm like mauve, strong like green when she led.
Flawless like white or the enlightening blue days,
She had had the taste of all colors in her own simple ways.
She added beauty to what she had and even to what she din't possess,
Thanking God for the more, not complaining about the less.
The sound, the smell, the feel of just everything for her was so intimate,
She had immense love for all with no place to hate.
From the sound of ripples of water to the faint jingle of a bell,
The want in her child's eyes, from his cries she could tell.
Perfume of the early morning sun or the hush of the breath of her lover so close,
The feel of her wedding ring or the echo of her wedding vows.
The tickling warmth of her child's fingers on her face or the feel of his smile on her palm,
The softness of grass soothing her feet or the coarse pebbles causing harm.
The fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds, all this and much more,
Added onto her life's essence, completing her soul's core.
As long as she lived, she lived like seven lifetimes,
And made her life into a beautiful collection of charming rhymes.
I'll always remember her to have taught me so much,
Not not give away any moment carelessly, without any meaning as such.
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