Pink's Promise. And Hope Poem by Dietra Reid

Storms may pass thru the hours of our
stagnant walks in life.But then then
a single creative beauty brings a
rememberence of Pink's promise.

It was in that day of love and
recognition that it was gently
nestled.Deep engrained love formed
long before my eyes looked out
into the world but only shared
from what the cord gave.It
began then but never ended.

Grandmother's love, multiplied
by Great Aunt Lou's was in
that second displayed on a
public city bus in Mobile
Terrace.

Knowing the feelings of a loved
one at a quick glance means
acknowledging their heart.
My face said what decades of
taught respect could not to
the notion of a eighty year
old woman buying a hot pink
suit.

The twinkle in the voice said
"I don't believe in dying before
I'm dead'. And yes the suit was
bought.

Foundations, memories and even love can
be damaged, crushed to a almost
exilled state. But remnants remain
buried in long ago soil.

Sometimes the upheaval of pain
dislodges their existence in the
absence of their planters.

My question to myself is can
I live life in the hope of
the pink love before dying?