Before my house was blue
It was a light shade of gray
The cherry tree bloomed beautiful blossoms in the spring when the weather was still a little too cold to enjoy the outdoors

Before my house was blue
The gray was just a faded vibrant gray that the years had weathered in sunlight and rain
But the roses of white and orange filled the backyard with a heavenly fragrance and begged to be trimmed and used in a bouquet

Before my house was blue
The white trim around the windows and stairs looked a little dingy and splattered with earth
But the grass was green and soft under bare feet in the warm summer months

Before my house was blue
The faded gray and the dingy, earth splattered white trim enveloped the surroundings into a warm beckoning sanctuary
And the laughter was abundant and echoed through the air like a Gregorian chant

The painters came and sealed off the windows and the doors
Creating an obstacle to get inside for lunch
Pressed tall ladders against the gutters, leaving an impression in the grass long after they were gone
And as the sun poured from the sky like milk into a tall glass

Now my house is blue
Not intentionally, just a misjudge of color
And the trim is as white as freshly bleached teeth
The door creaks and the windows stick
But the sun fills the inside like a blanket of pixie dust

Now my house is blue
And my conversations with her seem few and far between
Her tone foreign and unfamiliar
until I hear the laugh that fills the space like cotton candy

Now my house is blue
I twirl my finger in my hair
And try to catch my breath
As I put down the empty glass.

Now my house is blue
But I remember when it was faded gray
The smell of cupcakes with sprinkles
Filled every room like a blanket

Now my house is blue….