Of sinners and sirens and saints;
Bloodsuckers, banshees,
And lucky leprechauns
All bear it with no complaints.
But red is the color of love and life,
Soft shimmering sunsets at sea.
Majestic manes, mythic mermaids,
And regal red roses too.
Without fire, where would we be?
Most of all, red is the color of us,
Pure passion persevering.
Royalty, renegades, revolutionaries;
Flying flags full of flame,
And new paths, pioneering.
Always, red is the color of Mom,
Or at least it is for me.
Inherited? No. The color was not,
But her warmth and love? Taught.
So red is the color to be.