Pink Was A Day – A Memory Poem August 20, 2016August 20, 2016 / Ellespeth / 6 Comments Pink Was A Day “What are you thinking about?” “A field of pink buttercups and wild onions.” “How old are you?” “I’m 8 and he’s 9. He picked me a bouquet of pink buttercups. I ate wild onions and he kissed me anyway.” Ellespeth Share this:ShareTwitterFacebookLike Loading...