My Favorite Color Black

I was six

When I finally understood

Why momma's face

Was sometimes painted blue

But she still smiled

When sunset yellow would set in

That had me question

Such a hue

Then came seven

When scarlet flared

Like dragon breath

From daddy's lips till dawn

That turned our eyes

To ghastly grey

With sleepless nights

And all our smiles were gone

At the age of eight

I learned of fear

When colors changed

To brightly schemes of reds

That on the wall

Turned burgundy

A unique abstract

Of splattered little bits

Nine came in fierce

Like lightening white

On a canvas

Of dark opaque

And colors ceased

When we three ran

Into the night

With my favorite color black