“Color My Brother Blue”
I don’t know how to explain it but,
suddenly my brother’s blue.
Color my brother blue.
He died.
He should be immortalized,
but color my brother blue.
His blond hair would agree
that blue is the twinkle in his eyes
that look out upon the world now peacefully.
So color my brother blue,
and look up to the sky
to see the color of his eyes.
Color my brother blue
and realize he’s there
in all that blue,
looking with his eyes
down on you.
So color my brother blue.
By Jodene Smedvig
Dedicated to Rolf Thorstein Smedvig who passed April 27 2015 which is Jodene’s birthday.
Jodene is a retired teacher and lifelong resident of Seattle.
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