Ballet Slipper Pink

I was painting your room
the day I lost you.

The color was called 'ballet slipper',
your father said it was just pink.

You would have understood the difference.

It was hard to reach high enough
and the step-stool felt steady.

But I was clumsy with you growing so big.

I stumbled and fell
and I lost you.

Your father blames me.

I blame myself, too.

The day I lost you,
the sun was shining.

Now my days are dark.

When I lost you,
I lost my heart.

Forgive me.