Yellow

YELLOW

I love yellow.

The yellow blanket that accompanied him home from the hospital,
Wrapping up all the pride and joy in one bundle.
The yellow post-it notes that announced,
“I love you dad”
 and stuck mysteriously in easily discovered locations.
A yellow highlighter that marked significant passages
 in favorite books and important Bible verses
he liked to remember.
Yellow legal pads that recorded my poems
and stories that were inspired by him.
Yellow sneakers that ran the bases, stomped the puddles,
loped through high green grass as he befriended a yellow butterfly.
Yellow sneakers that ran after the yellow ball,
 out into the busy, hateful street.
brought to a fatal halt by a drunk driver.
Yellow roses, sprayed across the tiny casket,
 a shadow of their former cheerfulness.
Yellow dandelions, hanging their heads in the cold,
depressing rain.
 missing those little yellow sneakers
that once danced around them.
A yellow oak leaf drifting down
on Autumn’s early chill,
floating to rest upon a small,
 lonely grave.

I hate yellow.