Black

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Painting by DiVoran Lites

I like black, it goes with everything,

Makes me look pale and ethereal

Don’t like my coffee black, though.

Mother hated black because…

She had to sew a slew of tiny black buttons

On her Mother’s funeral dress.

Red was out for Mother, too,

Especially for church.

It was the color for floozies

I wear red to church

I wear black to church

It goes with everything.

I like to wear white.

I had a white nylon uniform when I

Worked in the beauty salon.

I washed it every night.

When I was pregnant I wore a halter

So my shoulders could help carry.

Black is the color of sleep

White is the all-color-ness of purity

Red is the color of our blood

Christ’s blood, too.

Tags: Memories, Poem, Poetry