I wore yellow

A week has past since you left us;

We breathe in and we breathe out.

The sun has fully eclipsed;

And followed it's measured route.

On that day I wore yellow;

And my top had a hood.

These are the things I remember,

When remembering is good.

In many ways we're the same,

As we were a week ago.

Same bedtime stories and mealtimes, 

Same popcorn snack and TV shows.

And today while I drank my coffee, 

God made it quite clear, 

I wore yellow that day on purpose:

So you wouldn't feel fear.

I wore the color of the sun

As you drifted off to sleep, 

I wore the color of the butterflies

After which you'd bound and leap.

A week has past since you left us;

And like a wildfire burns,

We still have hot spots and smoldering,

But we're containing the vicious hurt.  

I will think of you tomorrow,

Our memories will never fade.

Because you always found the sunshine, 

And you never liked the shade.