All the Colours of a Mother

Mother. Mama. Mommy. Mom.

So many names I get called each day.

I use to be a rainbow. I had so many vibrant shades.

Now I am faded like a bucket in the sun.

Some days I don't even have any color. I am just grey.

BUT I use to be a rainbow. I had so many vibrant shades.

Indigo for my creative days dancing to the beat of my drum.

Green for my healthy days feeding my mind, body, and soul.

Yellow for my successful days when I was brilliant at my job.

Blue for my sad days when the weight of the world won.

Pink for my days filled with family, friends, and love.

Sometimes there was a special sparkle on some days,

the sparkle that was the uniqueness of me,

when my humor and wit came together with my creativity.

Then I became; Mother. Mama. Mommy. Mom.

My focus only on you. To hold, to protect, to love,

My color started to fade until I didn't recognize it anymore.

I had given most of my color to you,

and tried to shield you from the dark tones of hurt, pain, and loss, color

The body I had tried so hard to maintain on my green days

was crumpled, broken, stretched, and worn,

My sparkle had become scuffed and dull like old dance shoes,

Until one day I realized, I hadn't lost my colors,

My colors were just a different shade now

And they had a luminescent glow surrounding them

A glow from being a mother, your mother.

My colors may look different now, but they are not gone.

My colors have simply changed and grown,

Because I am a mother. Can you see my glow?