A Green Beetle

My Modern Met

One day,
I grew tired
Of my champagne sedan.

Champagne.
That is what
The dealer called it,
As though giving it
An expensive name
Made it less of
A boring colour.

So when Bobby
(That's my husband)
Wasn't looking,
I traded it in
For a green beetle.

Green.
A colour that
Took me back
To a time
When smiles were found
More often than frowns,
When mommy had
All the answers
And when my favourite colour
Was green.

At first,
Bobby would go through
The five stages of loss.
Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.
Acceptance.

I will be waiting for him
At Acceptance
In my green VW Beetle.