The Momma Clan

In a quaint little town, with colors so bright,

Lived two elderly souls, a charming sight.

One donned in yellow, vibrant as the sun’s glow,

The other in blue, a calming river’s flow.

Amelia, the lady in yellow’s embrace,

Radiated warmth and a jubilant grace.

Her dress whispered tales of a life well-lived,

Of golden memories and the joy she’d give.

Her eyes sparkled like the morning’s first light,

Wrinkles etched with laughter, pure and bright.

A gentle soul, she bloomed like a daffodil,

Spreading cheer, kindness, and goodwill.

Beside her, Walter, the man in blue attire,

A tranquil demeanor, a heart that won’t tire.

His suit spoke of wisdom, like an ocean’s hue,

Deep and profound, steady and true.

His gaze held a wisdom, earned through the years,

He wore his stories, hidden in his tears.

A quiet observer, a sage with few words,

But each one held weight, like the songs of birds.

Together they strolled, hand in wrinkled hand,

An eternal bond, a love built to withstand.

The town was their canvas, each day a new hue,

Painting memories in yellow and blue.

Amelia and Walter, an inseparable pair,

Navigating life with their silvered hair.

They shared dreams, secrets, and sweetest nothings,

Whispered love songs beneath the moon’s wings.

They danced with time, in rhythm and rhyme,

Treading the path of life, with love as their guide.

Their love story, a tapestry so rare,

Woven with yellow and blue, beyond compare.

Through the changing seasons, they’d sway and sway,

Embracing the sunshine and skies of gray.

In their golden years, their love stood tall,

A testament to a love that conquers all.

And as twilight descended, on their love so true,

Their souls intertwined, painted a heavenly hue.

In a quaint little town, their legacy remained,

The tale of two colors, forever ingrained.

–Noah Daniell Abner