For Mum.

You remind me of pink.

Not cocktail-dress

perfume bottle pink,

not frilly knickers pink.

You are the pink of

chrysanthemums, roses,

the pink of cheeks

or the underside of a paw.

You are the pink

at the end of a sunny day

or the dripping of

blossom at the start

of spring.  Or, if you prefer,

a pair of fluffy slippers.

You remind me of pink.

Not of pink lipstick

or freshly painted nails.

Not hot pink or

polka dot pink.

You are the pink of

a mouse’s tail

or a sweet plum.

A favourite jumper

or a hand, held out.

You remind me of pink.