Kaleidoscope

A smile flashed across my child’s face,

as the myriad colors came alive

She has learnt to see the world, through the Kaleidoscope held close to the eye

She dances with joy to see the different hues and I wait with wonder to see if she can see a different view?

She marveled at the sparkle, but the excitement dimmed as it became darker

As she became older, other colors spoke through her

Pink remained pretty, blue was always gritty

Orange joined the show, purple got a blow

Yellow was always sunny, I found it all so funny.

I saw the associations being formed, stressing once in a while for her to think beyond the norm.

I feared for black, as white has taken over the stack.

This world is made of colors, but who decides one is better than the other?

I want my little girl to be liberated of the biases, seeing just the dance of innocent colors, when she again gazes through the Kaleidoscopic glasses.