Poets logo

Daddy's Color

The Sky Is Blue. It is Not.

By Paula ShabloPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

"The sky is blue," you'd say

"It's not," I'd reply

An ages old discussion

Between you and I

Right, Daddy?

"We never argued, Mama

We discussed, you see

Discussions needed substance

Or else they would be

Colorless!"

Now who debates the blue sky

When we always knew

The sky holds all the colors

Every single hue

Has value

Mom always claimed we fought

Over everything

But it was just discussion

With a little zing

I miss it

I miss you, Dad...

It was what we knew

Reds and yellows, blazing orange

Greens and shades of blue

And everything that made us WE

Masters of discussion

You and me

sad poetry

About the Creator

Paula Shablo

Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.

(Order fluctuates.)

Follow my blog at http://paulashablo.com

Follow my Author page at https://www.amazon.com/Paula-Shablo/e/B01H2HJBHQ

Enjoyed the story?
Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For Free

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

    Paula ShabloWritten by Paula Shablo

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.