Colour of a Kiss

 

I have a glass collection 
Of bottles, jugs and jars,
It’s a quality selection,
Decanters, bowls, a vase.
 
Every texture, tone and hue
Makes patterns on my walls,
Ruby, emerald, sapphire blue 
Like rain as sunshine falls.
 
Each colour holds a memory,
Royal blue for chemists’ glass,
Some, though, merely temporary
While others last and last.
 
The green for summer's radiance,
The amber for perfume,
For its magic conjures fragrance
Which permeates the room.
 
But best of all the cranberry pink,
As heirlooms seem to be,
Its warming kisses always link
A mother’s love to me.


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