Legacy 2017

Colors of Life and Love Elizabeth Dodd Was never an artist.

Took a brush to a canvas, and nothin’ came out.

Just white.

Silly me; I’d laugh and put it away, Put it on a shelf, Go to something else.

Tried to make words blossom and come to life beneath a sketcher’s hand, Hoping they’d fill with hue as bright as day as dark as night, Watching as their color drained and emptied onto dusty ground.

But then he.

And he—so close all my life, so far away— Drew out the colors of my heart So that it bled onto my hands, Stained with shades of love I had to hide.

Then he.

He held the brush, he drew the lines of the horizon, Drew them far and forever, Dotted the night with stars, And burst paint balloons across the world.

The fields were the color of his eyes; The sky was not blue, but an ocean.

He painted winter with white lace and Rainstorms a trickling of silvery tears.

I remember my own eyes glowing bright; The world became colorful.

He painted my life with spring.

Then he.

He let go to save the world, To save me, he said.

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