She said her favourite colour was skyblue,
that was before you.
That was after a time of truama,
And when everything was new.
A time when she had to relearn,
everything she knew.
A time to get over the past,
All the bad memories she grew.
A flying glass over her head,
a tear stained face in the bedroom mirror.
A babies crying in its little cot,
When things were dull and dimmer.
She had been to that place of deep despair,
where she thought she would never leave.
It took such strength and reflection,
A first step to achieve.
And everyday one step at a time,
She relinquished all her fears.
And soon a beautiful smile would
replace all the guilt ridden tears.
And now she sits on a sunny day,
full of warmth and love.
Just sitting peacefully and looking at
a sky of blue above.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) 20220115
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem