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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Endless (01/09/14)

TITLE: Rose-Colored Glasses
By Carolyn Ancell
01/13/14


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Oh, no! What an awful day!
Itís foggy and windy and cold and gray.
I canít go down to the beach to play.
Isnít it, Mommy, a terrible day?

Daughter, dear daughter, itís a beautiful day!
We shall go down to the beach to play
where the fog is soft and the clouds are gray.
Weíll dance with the wind and the surf and the spray.
Take my hand, little one. As this day passes,
Iíll teach you to see through my rose-colored glasses!


Mommy, oh Mommy, what shall I do?
I baked a cake, a cake for you.
But it fell! Itís flat! Iím feeling so blue.
Please can you fix it? I havenít a clue.

Daughter, dear daughter, a cake for me?
You say itís flat, but that I canít see.
What I see is your love, your love for me.
Letís invite teddy, and sit down to tea.
Come sit with me, daughter. As tea-time passes,
weíll look at your cake through my rose-colored glasses.


Please, Mom, donít make me get out of bed.
Iíve an ache in my stomach, and one in my head.
Thereís a math test today at school that I dread.
I want to stay home and sleep instead.

Daughter, you do know a nine from a four.
You can add and subtract, and do even more.
This day may look bleak, but thereís treasure in store.
A fine breakfast awaits you! Let your feet hit the floor!
A difficult thing like this math test soon passes.
Will it help if I lend you my rose-colored glasses?

Mother, oh Mother, I canít go to fine places,
Not with my freckles, my straight hair, my braces.
Other young ladies have lovelier faces.
Tell me, dear Mother, where are my graces?

My beautiful daughter, look under your skin!
Youíve beauty, beyond beauty, beyond beauty within.
It matters no whit if youíre round or youíre thin.
To be short, tall, or freckled is never a sin.

Daughter, dear daughter, this awkward stage passes.

Mother! Don't say again, ďrose-colored glassesĒ

Mother, oh Mother, weíve had a flat tire.
Weíve slipped off the road, and weíre stuck in the mire.
Yet Iím coming to know, though out plight may be dire,
ďLetís look on the bright sideĒ will be your desire.

Daughter, itís true! Why worry so?
Sooner or later weíll be offered a tow.
This misfortune does bring us its gifts, donít you know?
Look at these flowers! And there a rainbow!

Ah, Mother, yes. As our time here now passes,
perhaps I can see through your rose-colored glasses!

Are you sure you must go now, my mother, my friend?
I know you are sick, but perhaps youíll soon mend.
Then forever and ever together weíll spend
our days counting blessings which never do end.

Daughter, dear daughter, I really must go,
But remember Iíve loved you since long, long ago.
Now I give you a gift you will never outgrow.
My rose-colored glasses on you I bestow.

Dear Mother, I promise, as my life now passes,
forever to wear our rose-colored glasses.

Oh, no! ! What an awful day!
Itís foggy and windy and cold and gray.
We canít go down to the beach to play.
Isnít it, Mommy, a terrible day?

Daughter, dear daughter, itís a beautiful day.
We shall go down to the beach to play
Where the fog is soft and the clouds are gray.
Weíll dance with the wind and the surf and the spray.
Take my hand, little one. As this day passes,
Iíll teach you to see through my rose-colored glasses!


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Laura Hawbaker 01/16/14
Absolutely loved this entry! Very fun to read with the rhythm and flow, great, positive message. Liked how we could see the daughter grow and mature thru the years. Also liked the how the ending came back to the beginning. Great job!
Stephanie Eckenroad01/17/14
I enjoyed reading this so much! The connection between the mother and daughter "feels" good, and I like it when something I read touches my heart. Beautiful.
Linda Goergen01/19/14
Oh, if we all remembered, to always wear our ďrose colored glasses!Ē What a gift this mother passed to her daughter! Delightful read, powerful message!
Laura Hawbaker 01/23/14
Glad to see this placed well. I really like it! Great job--keep writing!
Charla Diehl 01/23/14
I truly enjoyed this endearing poem, and liked the progression from little girl to woman-- and the passing on of her mother's positive outlook to her child as the poem concludes. Glad this one placed high--congrats.
Leola Ogle 02/06/14
Carolyn, YAY, and congratulations. I'm catching up on reading entries and was delighted to see your name. Good job, dear lady, and God bless!