True Blue

Blue

Blue is the color that I think of when I think of you,

It was your favorite, any shade would do,

Not blue, like melancholy or sad,

But blue, like the blue IBM had,

Carolina blue, Duke blue, cobalt or teal,

Sapphire or turquoise, all have their own appeal,

I particularly liked the color of your sparkling blue eyes,

They were so bright, so lively, like summer skies,

Dancing with excitement almost all the time,

Your pupils were small, no larger than a dime,

I think it was the combination of your blue eyes and your smile,

That made others want to stop and talk to you a while,

Or maybe it was because you showed interest in all they would say,

“Let me ask you a question”; you were curious about their day,

You were genuinely interested in everyone else’s story,

Selfless and caring, you didn’t need the glory,

They knew it and liked just how that felt,

Thinking of your charm makes my heart truly melt,

If eyes are the window to your soul, as they say,

Your window was open, and it was a sunny day,

It was those welcoming eyes that shined so blue,

That made you a stranger to very few.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  8/22/2018