If Home Were a Colour

Red is the colour of the sky in the morning or the colour of the maple leaves falling off the trees. Red is the sound of leaves crinkling as I step on them. It is the memories of when I jumped in piles of red leaves that I raked on the lawn.It is the feeling of my face touching the soft fabric of my red hermit crab stuffy. It is the smell of tomato soup cooking on the stove. Orange is the colour of the carrots on my plate at the dinner table. It is the colour of my gnome that my mum sewed me.It is the colour of my book The One And Only Bob. It is the colour of the glue stick that I used to glue together an envelope. Orange is the feeling of thanksgiving and pumpkin pie. It is the memory of going to my friend's house for a delicious meal. Yellow is the colour of my comfy cozy and safe bedroom. It is the feeling of sliding into my yellow bed sheets. It is the memory of my bedroom where I wake up every morning and go to sleep every night. It is the feeling of sour lemon juice dripping down my throat. Green is the colour of the grass outside my house. It is the wall colour of my living room that I watch TV with my family in the evening. It is the memory of my aloe plant in my bedroom that I water every Sunday. It is the taste of lettuce as I chew it and swallow. It is the colour of my blankie that I cuddle with every time I get home. Blue is the colour of the sky. It is the memory of going to waterfalls and seeing the water rushing over the edge. It is the sound of water dripping from a tap when someone leaves it running. It is the taste of a delicious cookie as I swallow the last piece. It is the feeling of rain falling onto your head as you walk outside in a rainstorm. Purple is the colour of my cute cat plush. It is the feeling of my purple socks of the fabric touching my feet. It is the memory of me rubbing the purple face cloth on my face as I wipe the weight of school off my mind. It is the dress that I dress my doll up in when it is her birthday. It is the colour of the mask that I put on my face during covid. Pink is the colour of the little chairs in my playroom when I used to be small enough to sit in them. It is the sound of the chairs creaking when I try to sit in them now. It is the pink markers that would always die first after one use. It is the sweater that no longer fits. It’s the colour of my name tag on my bedroom door. Brown is the colour of my kitchen that my parents make dinner in every day at exactly five o clock. It is the colour of the litter on the floor after my cat uses her litter tray. It is the colour of my mom’s hair that I look at every day. It is the memory of the soil where I plant new plants in the spring. It is the sound of a shovel hitting the ground. Black is the colour of the night sky as I stare up at the stars. It is the sound of complete and total silence. It is the feeling of a black hair brush hitting my hair as my mum brushes out the knots.It is the memory of my family trying out camping in our yard under the stars. It is the feeling of peace. White is the colour of my pillow that I lay my head on every night. It is the colour of the little fur bandana that my cat has on her neck. It is the colour of the bath that I wash myself in every night. It is the colour of my tooth paste that goes on my toothbrush. White is the feeling of the minty toothpaste as it hits my teeth. These are the colours of home