This sonnet deftly uses plain-speaking dialogue, an effective back-and-forth of long and short sentences, and repetition to portray the mother’s desperation, ostensibly at confronting her son’s color blindness but also her realization that the two will “frame things differently,/in layered undertones she doesn’t share”. That he will (rightly) question her authority if need be, possibly straining their future relationship.
The only nits I would care to comment on are a preference for a better word than “nervousness” in line 8, and the word “that” in line 12 (he will grind?) but also see the need to continue the conversational tone via contractions throughout.
The last three lines of the poem are to die for.
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