“Broken Crayons Still Color” by Lorraine Porter

When I think of broken crayons I think about the death of my son Donte.....how my heart shattered into pieces like those broken crayons.... The many colors of love for my son lying at my feet in disarray....broken pieces of crayons that cannot be put back together but could still create beautiful memories.. So many colors to choose from... Different shades of yellows, blues, greens, purples, oranges and white....all bright colors.... representing the love I have for him....the love that will never die... As I pick up those broken pieces of crayons I start to create new memories of the love I have for him.... The color yellow for the sunshine that warms my heart when I think of him....blue for the color of the sky that brightens my days and brings peace to my soul....green for the growth we shared as mother and son through the good and the bad times.....purple for the pride I have for my son when overcoming his adversities.....orange for the compassion that only a mother can feel for her child....and white is the color of his innocence long gone but never forgotten..... Broken Crayons....who knew just how special they are.... Though we tend to throw away our broken crayons because we think they are useless, those broken crayons have purpose... they have value...  Broken crayons should never be discarded but instead be used over and over again to create new memories to share with others.... our loved one’s life.... Although my son has passed away, I still use those broken crayons to color the love I have for him....