Who Cares for Ivory, Pink and Red?

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Aunt Ruby’s well brought up the truest pink

That God had ever hoped for pink to be.

The peach tree’s petals were not for her sink.

Instead they were a serendipity

From their creator, Christ.  She swept them off

The surface of the water and then went

To make our breakfast biscuits.  Romanov

Jewelled Easter eggs felt jealous discontent.

  Beyond, above this, petals, perfect red

    And pink and white, saw love in Ruby’s bread.