Metallic Blue Poem by Valorie Fister

Metallic Blue

Dogwood trees
were in full bloom
that springtime Sunday
of last year.
Sun rays filtered through
new leaves
down upon the child's
front yard.
Girlish giggles
bounced off bushes.
Rolling sound waves
crossed the street and
lapped against
a neighbor's porch.
Twirling, twirling
'round went she.
Prancing in her
Easter dress.
Much like other,
small girlfriends.
White and pink. Black accents.
Tips of hands and toes
metallic blue.

One would think it a mistake.
Yet none the same
as that spirit.
Not a stitch of blue
through the dress.
Wait.
Slipped on blue
flowered shoes.
Silver
butterfly
blue necklace.
Instant success.
A mother marveled,
smiled.
Impressed.