by Connie James
Will you miss me in my pink gown,
lying beside you in your brown gown?
Will it be a blue day
Time is beating in my heart
For we have erased color from our love,
like the leaves
that finally leave their limb
I ask you this,
because I always wait for your answer
The consideration is colorless
The decision a rainbow
and not the other,
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Connie James was raised in the mid-west as well as in Southern California, where she met her husband Bob. They moved to Eugene Oregon in 1955, when Bob got a professorship in the art department at the University of Oregon. Connie raised five children, has helped raise grandchildren, been a docent at local museums, and has been active in her local synagogue. A lover and supporter of art, music, and literature for decades, Connie kept her own work relatively hidden until 2016. At the age of 88 she was published for the first time in May 2016, in the literary magazine “The Elephant”, with her poem “Shekhinah Speaks”. Connie continues to explore her poetic talents, proving to us all that one is never too old to be a poet!
Connie James, being computer illiterate, had this poem submitted for her by her deceased daughter's best friend Amy Ballard Rich.