I think this is my favorite poem I have ever written, up there with Sensations

Her Green

1. A memory, one not remembered, but recounted. A toddler, saying the word 'green' for the first time. A toddler who forever loved that word, that color. Forever defined by their love of green in all its shades and wonders. A favorite that will last a lifetime.

2. A backpack, the brightest and most obnoxious highlighter green, initials stitched on the front. Inside? Green everything. Folders, notebooks, pencil cases. Everything. Marked with that infamous name. The claiming name was unneeded. Odds are, if something was green, it was hers.

3. Blue, green, red. In a line. Blue, green, red. Each color assigned to a specific triplet. Green being hers. Always hers. Growing up, the blue changing. The red changing. The green remaining the same. Steady. Green is hers. Belongs to her.

4. A phone case, when she finally got a phone. Emerald green. Her phone was black. She wanted green. Green phones were not yet made. Years later, she gets a green phone. Her case remains clear, showcasing the beautiful color. Showing the world her bit of green.

5. Comfort sweatshirt, a tye-dye swirl of shades of green and white. Comfortable and soft, but most importantly green. Her favorite sweatshirt, her favorite color, together in one. Comfort sweatpants, green in color. A rich forest green. Comfort t-shirt, a shade of green different from the pants and sweatshirt. Three comfort clothes, never worn at the same time. Spread out so she can have some green almost everyday.

6. A car parked, one driving past. "Hey look! It's green!" A common phrase said by her, to her friends and family. Her family points out green vehicles, too. Bringing a bit of joy to their car rides through town.

7. Green grass tickles her feet. Running around the small yard with her small dog. Laughing and surrounded by green. Her house? Green, though that wasn't her choice. Just a lucky coincidence that an eight year old moved into a green house. Over a decade later, still happy her home is green, even the ugly shade that it is.

8. Green. A word she loves. A comfort in her outfits. Her school supplies in varying shades. Phone cases and phone showcasing her love. Green. Something the small toddler, now a young adult, will love until she is an old woman. Green of any shade, for there are so many to choose from. Just green.