I started as a blank canvas, white with no other hues,
Just the splotches of wet marks for my tears from my abuse;
I lived with a mother who loved me too much,
I lived in a town that cared little for my touch;
Then along came a baby all in black,
Taking my brush and coloring the blankness in a splash;
First the Red, exploding like firecrackers amongst the white,
Then the Blue streaming like water in flight;
Green came on little to bigger with small and large strokes or two,
Yellow running around them in excitement too;
The Violet was bold and hard,
While the Indigo was splotched then dissipating on the tarp;
While I didn't like how my white canvas turned,
I couldn't help but stare in happiness to learn,
I thought I was the painter painting the model;
But apparently I was the one to the star at the middle;
The colors are dancing around me in delight as I add Orange,
Finally I can call this my painting of origin;
Thank you, the baby in all black,
You created a rainbow for my canvas that it lacked;
Now let me take that brush of yours and do the same for you,
As you cannot continue in those dark hues;
I will give your canvas some light,
Just as you have done for my canvas of all white;
Because, to me, that was the most precious present I will cherish all my life;
No protesting now as I will give you colors,
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Indigo, Violet, and Orange,
There now yours is accomplished;
I can see your astonished;
I knew how to paint thank you very much,
I just had no one care about my touch;
I never thought I would have so much colors,
I had never been given a glance to bother;
My white canvas was blank,
Because I had little else to thank;
When you took my brush and painted my world in color,
I also decided to give mine to others;
Thank you again baby in black,
You became my tutor, my advisor, and my father that I lacked,
Don't ever forget that.