A blank body of water
Is how we all begin
Clear—Untouched
Then one dye after the next
One day after the next
One shade for every moment
Seeps into our fabric
As many pigments as there are memories
Dreams & regrets
Gradually your history paints the water
Shades will shift
But what matters
At the finish line
Is the final hue
That’s the colour your children will wear
When you think your life has turned grey
Reminding you how empty
The water was in the beginning
& how far you’ve come
Without realizing it