Once upon a time wisdom wore pearls
Women wore red, pink was for little girls
The world has forgotten what used to be
I heard it in a song, don’t listen to me

I saw it on TV, the wedding in pink
I knew what I would write about, I didn’t have to think
I remembered the apple dress trimmed in blue
And wearing those shiny, candy apple red shoes

So I wrote my novel on a Florida Lanai
I binged on Hawaiian Tropic and a Jimmy Buffet high
I cruised the Caribbean with women of 3 generations
And each of them came to the same conclusion

I finished the book, sent it off to an agent
She offered representation, said my writing was poetic
She kept the title knowing without being said
Women wear many colors, but real women wear red