A Baby Moves to Bangladesh

Mom was recently asked to write a short article for the school paper, the Amazing Grace, but was having some trouble so I volunteered to help her out.  Here's what we came up with:  

A Baby Moves to Bangladesh

By Bowman Carlson

Moving to Dhaka has been a really good way for me to learn my colors.  At home, I know I saw all of the same colors, but not in such fantastic displays. 

I’ve learned red from the flag proudly flying across t-shirts and storefronts, proclaiming a people who love their independence.

I’ve learned orange from the glowing sun as I watch it sink peach and ginger through a city haze criss-crossed by rooftop laundry lines.

I’ve learned yellow from rickshaw cushions and canopies splashed with amber and apricot scenes of rural Bangladesh.

I’ve learned green from vegetable vendors beckoning toward kelly leafy lettuces, emerald striped squashes and shamrock shaded cucumbers.

I’ve learned blue from cobalt and azure sharis artfully draped to conceal glistening hair and smiling eyes.

I've learned purple from fuchsia and violet water hyacinth blossoming around slim fishing vessels on city lakes.

I’ve learned brown from the sun darkened cheeks and necks of the smiling children chasing deflated footballs through alley mazes.

Most of all, I’ve learned how beautiful a city Dhaka is with its whirling rainbow for me to study.