This adorable poem was written by Teynmoli Subramaniam and her 7-year-old son, Owen Yogalingam.
He colours me happy,
With oily pastels, chalks and wax.
Red, he says is happy;
Yellow is warm hug and cheeky smiles;
Green is nature- many jungles to explore;
Blue is fun in the rain and freezing cold;
also sadness because you are feeling blue sometimes.
Orange is bright sun, another new day to smile;
Pink is Love and the ever so beauty of blooming flowers;
Black is dirty little fingers and sleepy moon
but white is clean and neat and cotton bright;
Gold is peace because it shines;
and when you add some silver,
turquoise, and violet with a dash of indigo-
it’s just so perfect colour of impression.
From all of his favourite spectrum of colours,
purple is the most lovable one
because it simply means- MUMMY!
While earthy brown is a deep comprehension
of sound sleep on mummy’s tummy!
Birth and life is a rainbow.
Every colour of it paints a special bond
between mum and son.
A little colour game flickered into words;
Tickled some play- gaily into poetry;
which he who is six found it amusing,
eager to conclude mummy’s lines
and his shared thoughts,
So, he typed his own words on my blog.
“Poetry can make people feel better about the world.
Colours make it a beautiful place to live today.”
Now, in the blue cold night,
Here is a jolly good mummy-
feeling blessed and thankful;
with one calm looking son-
fallen in his deep brown slumber
on mummy’s cosy warm tummy.
All images by Teymoli Subramaniam. This poem first appeared on Penamoli.
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