Pink

Oink is fuzzy slippers in winter
It’s Barbies and tutus -
Sweet childhood memories.
Pink is nailpolish and lipgloss
It’s the rosy cheeks
That follow good-natured laughter.
Pink is my expecting mother’s dress
At her twin sister’s wedding 15 years ago -
It’s a girl!
Oink is October -
The birthstone, you see.
It’s the Pink Panther
Painting a hallway
And just generally living down his pink reputation.
But to tell you the truth,
I truly prefer blue.

Meri Johnson

Taken from Poemhunter.com

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