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A mother and her small young boy, were walking through the park
Stars were sprinkled in the sky, shining through the dark The night was warm and peaceful, a breeze whisking through the air Blinded eyes plagued her son; a world she felt that she must share To understand the darkness, that besieged his life each day And to pretend that night was morning, to her seemed the perfect way So together they journeyed forward, walking past the trees Hearing the sound of the wind, rustling through the leaves Talking at once and laughing, their hands together, entwined as one Imagining that the surrounding dark sky, was filled with the brightness of sun Together they swung on the swingset, running through the darkness at play Him never seeing the difference, that separated both night and day Living their lives in the moment, their bond growing increasingly strong Make-believing, pretending, a world where nothing was wrong But somewhere out of that darkness, a group of boisterous young men Decided to take upon themselves, a chance to make peacefulness end For they circled around that mother and son, laughing and calling them names Epithets of the words black and white, their message to the mother quite plain She desperately fought back her teardrops, as she pulled her son by the hand Knowing too well the danger, of speaking out and taking a stand Relief washed over her slowly, as she watched those boys turn away For they had done what they’d longed to, they’d said all they needed to say Silence followed the journey, as that mother and son walked alone Their footsteps quick and eager, as they made their way back to home At last they arrived at their doorstep, when the little boy finally asked The question the mother now realized, she would have to answer at last “Mommy I don’t understand it, please tell me what I can’t see Mommy what color am I, are you the same color as me?” What should she tell her child, about the difference in their color of skin How could she explain biracial, where would she even begin Her heart felt like a boulder, heavy and weighing down strong The innocence of her son taken away, to lie to him now would be wrong Her words came slowly at first, but from somewhere deep down inside She spoke to her son the truth, her face blazing brightly with pride “My darling”, she answered so softly, “you are a gift from the good Lord above And the color of you is the same as me, we’re both the color of love” Instead of her knowing his darkness, a child was forced to see light And where once he never saw colors, he was now made to see black and white In a world where nothing is perfect, a little boy was made to feel shame Not knowing the color biracial, but knowing of words that cause pain But somehow he seemed to accept it; he was a gift from the good Lord above And the only color that mattered, was the color he shared with his mother, And that was the color of love Written By: Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey ©2004 "The Color of Love" has been published in the book, "Open My Eyes, Open My Soul". 
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