Red

Leaving the nursing home
I saw a memorial on the bulletin board
To one of the residents who had passed away recently

She was in her late eighties
And was no doubt affected in someway
By the ambitions of the Nazis

She must have traveled somewhere
Or seen something amazing
In her eighty some years of life

On this sheet of paper
It had a recent picture, date of birth and death
And two lines for “Comments”

Two lines to sum up a life
Hers said, “She loved the color red.”