Purple

You stood on one end of the hallway by the kitchen

and I stood at the other end in the living room near the front door.  

There were dead mice sometimes gutted there.

The stillness of them would sneak up on you like an image in a horror movie.

Once you knew they were there, they were kind of funny comic relief aside from

all the other strange and morbid stuff going on in the house.

Baby Blue Chard,

In the purple child room meditated with monks.  

It wasn't red lipstick back then, the magenta of our lips was red wine only.  

Our tongues were purple from it, which is the alternate 'grieving' color.

I hope everyone wears hot pink stilettos to my funeral.  Even the boys.  

I hope they play good music.