*...The Rainbow Of My Life!...* 
*... My mother would often refer to herself as a women of color. She would crack a colorful smile that could pierce a stubborn armour. Her laughter would burst with color and sizzle our senses and make us smile.
Her dark color could be critical and irritate us, only because she was so critical of her own rainbow. When she spoke to us,her earth tones would flow out of her mouth, for you to hear how down to earth she was.
Her soul had color that held us ever so tenderly,you couldn't help but notice that tear in her eyes.
But she would always show her true colors when she gave her love;she was not a traditionalist,her color sprayed in all directions at any given time, believe me, she is raining her colors all over us now. I'm just so thankful I have her colors all over me, because, she is the rainbow of my life!...*
Your (Son) Steven;
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