This is dedicated to my Grandma, who showed me the Yellow in life, and who helps me get through each day.
Yellow Means Happy
My grandma was certainly different
None other could compare
She told me all her secrets
That between us we would share
She told me Yellow was special
It was more that it first seemed
I asked why yellow was different
And why with her it gleamed
She never truly did tell me
She just said yellow wasn't right
No, Yellow was special
It was Yellow that was bright
My grandma told me about them
The old Yellow Faerie race
She said their Yellow was sacred
Beloved in their place
My grandma and I would walk
On those bright Yellow days
All the while discussing
The Yellow Faerie ways
Meanwhile, time flew past
The years went by
And my grandma grew frail
I couldn't fathom why
She told me I was ready then
The time was finally here
She said Yellow would be revealed
The truth was somewhere near
So she took me to a special rock
Concealed with moss and leaves
She knocked so lightly twice
And said I must believe
I gave a very inquiring glance
And asked what did she mean?
Believe not what you know
Believe not what you've seen
She told me to instead believe
All that she had told
She gave a small sad smile
Said I must be bold
So I believed all she had taught me
All she had relayed
And Yellow light shone through
The knock my grandma made
The world transformed then
Before my eyes
Yellow fields stretched out
Beneath the Yellow skies
Then the biggest wonder occurred
The Yellow Faeries came
They looked at me sadly
And told me I was not to blame
They said my grandma's time had come
She was going to go away
I looked at my grandma then
If I should believe what they did say
I was surprised at what I saw
She wasn't the grandma I had known
Her age wasn't apparent now
The real Grandma shown
They picked my grandma up then
She told me to be brave
Then they left the ground
And carried her away
I watched as she faded away
Carried by new found wings
Tears slid down my face
At the sorrow Yellow brings
I grew angry then at Yellow
Yellow took my Grandma away
But through my waves of sadness
I remembered what they did say
I was not to blame
My grandma's time had come
She was now in Yellow
I began to feel less numb
But my tears still fell heavily
As I thought what times we shared
But I felt better knowing
She was in the Yellow Faerie's care
I had not understood
About the Yellow that was so bright
But from my midst of grief
I knew that she was right
Yellow isn't a colour
But a simple state of mind
Yellow just meant happy
That was why it shined
