The Greatest Color Ever Eaten

My mom said I made a mess with my spaghetti sauce
but when I saw that color I could not let it get lost.
So I stuffed some in my pockets for safekeeping in my pants
and when Mom comes to wash them I’ll tell her that she can’t.
I put some in my hair because it matched with my shoes,
and in my underwear just because I wanted to.
I am a sauce-red artist and my shirt is my palette.
The walls would be my canvas if my mom would allow it.
But she won’t so I’ll be a face painter instead,
starting with my own face painted sauce-red.
If color had sound then AMAZING I’d hear
since when Mom turned around I put sauce in my ear.
I painted my brother from the sauce on my plate
as proof that I love him, though I often say, “hate”.
When I used up the sauce and my spaghetti was white,
“More, please,” I said, and my mom said, “Yeah, right.”