Ode to Orange… and a Father’s Day Wish

Ode to Orange

Some would argue the best color in town is red, or blue, or green.

Others might say its yellow, pink, or purple… or in between.

But as a self-proclaimed color whisperer, i dare place one color above them all.

Orange, you have won my heart.  When I’m with you, I have a ball!

You are the color of my favorite soda, my favorite scarf, my favorite room.

You’re always warm and cozy, and in the fall you glaze the moon.

You are the color of Hostess cupcakes with that delicate white filling.

When red is too tired, and blue is too blue, you are always willing.

You are the color of so many of the delicious foods we chew.

Carrots, peppers, pumpkins, and Cheetos… just to name a few.

You are gentle when you need to be, always energetic and brave.

You are the color of the sun that brings us each new day.

You feed us, protect us, sooth our soul…   depending on your hue.

Flowers, butterflies, basketballs, and that fruit they named after you.

You’re a fashion diva, a style icon… all the bloggers say so.

You are right at home with any other color of the rainbow.

The love child of red and yellow.  They made magic…  and you were born.

And who could forget, that you are roughly one third of candy corn.

There are some that think you’re crazy, too bold and much too loud.

But there isn’t another color out there that makes me feel more proud.

So now you know my secret, I love you, Orange hue.

Orange you super glad I wrote this little ode to you.

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Mini Ode to My Dad

There’s this guy they call Captain Orange… and everybody knows

that he and Orange go way, way back.  He and Orange are bros.

Captain Orange is my hero, my rock, my heart, my home.

He is the reason that I have been blessed with life.  So no matter where I roam.

He is always there to save the day, even if we are miles apart.

I hear his voice, he holds my hand, he encourages my art.

He’ll say say he didn’t do enough…  he’s a humble, hard-working guy.

But truth be told, he’s the one who taught me how to survive.

I see my dad in every orange sunset, flower or mushroom.

Past the sky… Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  As long as I have Orange, I have you.

xo skyblue

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, TO ALL THE DAD’S!

Forty Four Septembers

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September's Harvest Moon

Forty Four Septembers

Forty four Septembers gone by,

and they are still walking side by side.

Through darkness and light, he’s held her so tight

Never doubting their love, him so brown, her so white.

They had a sweet daughter, (who yes, became me).

The two of them now, were forever all three.

They gave her the world, the stars and the trees.

They taught her to be a good human being.

They gave her the wings to make her own way.

For which she knows she could never repay.

Now she is grown with a love of her own.

Their family of three has certainly grown.

Since the nest has been empty,  they have made their way too.

With life’s ups and its downs, always making it through.

They still love to hold hands on cold starry nights.

Always appreciating the good in their life.

It has never been easy, each has been hard to please,

But at the end of the day, she is his squeeze.

Forty Four Septembers gone by.

Where ever they go, they will walk side by side.

                                e.j.l.

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Happy 44th Anniversary to my sweet mom and dad.  I love you and miss you.  Hope you are having a wonderful day together.  This blog’s for you!

e.j.l. xo

photo source: nasa.gov Astronomy Picture of the day 9/16/11