A week after I knew
I carried another life,
I sewed a green ornament.

For three quarters of a year,
I strangely loved the vine more the eggplant,
and dreamed in sage green.

At two years old,
the life asked for green curtains
and
I just said to the life,
two weeks before
the life has been counted for four years,
“The poetry people say I should write about a color.
Which color should I write about?”

And the life grinned and said,
“Green!”

It’s always been you green, even before they were born.