Treasure Island

C.J. Heck

(August 10 / Born in Columbus OH - living in Florida)

A Child’s Masterpiece (Children)


Today I found a can of paint.
The paintbrush was there, too.
Mommy must have left it
when her painting was all through.

It was such a pretty color,
I learned you call it 'red'.
It made me think of pretty things
that same color in my head.

I painted rainbows from the sky,
and hearts, and bows for hair.
When Mommy saw it, she got mad
and sat me in a chair.

She told me I was naughty
and to think of what I’d done.
While I thought, she scrubbed and scrubbed
and cleaned off all my fun.

I’ll never understand my mom,
why she laughed when we were through...
I only said I wished
the pretty color had been blue.

Submitted: Sunday, January 08, 2006

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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/1/2014 1:56:00 PM)

    Ahhh childhood graffiti- -do parents appreciate artwork...well show them how to paint on cardboard or frescoes will show up all over the house...I love your poetry because your poems reflect modern life... (Report) Reply

  • Adrija Dey (6/9/2006 2:13:00 PM)

    great work............from this work we can easily realise that there is a child in all of us and every once in a while it peeps out and makes us realise that we are still the same............Happy writing (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (2/1/2006 4:57:00 PM)

    Here's my bone of contention with poetry - why do things always have to mean something else? ? Why can they not just mean what they say? ? Anyone who has ever had a child escape the watchful eye and paint rainbows on the walls will recognize this very thing in this poem. The mother's laughter is what perfects this poem! Linda (Report) Reply

  • Chuck Audette (1/9/2006 3:46:00 PM)

    Quite enjoyable. Was there a political theme in there as well (red states vs blue states) ? -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Daly (1/9/2006 5:12:00 AM)

    There is always a subtley within CJ' s works, whether intentional or not. I feel that the use of 'red' is a wonderful metaphor. We associate red with so many different emotions, but I find that its employment here, speaks of red as the colour of (life) blood initially. that it also produced the effect of getting Mommy mad (getting her to see red) is fantastic.

    But overall the work speaks to us as the vibrancy of an innocent mind, open to all things, and we look on it as naughtiness.

    To get a child to think about what they have done - to get them to percieve their actions from an adult perspective - is totally ridiculous; yet we expect that of children. (Report) Reply

  • Rusty Daily (1/8/2006 12:47:00 PM)

    Another slice of a child's life painted in Rockwellian fashion as only you can do (Report) Reply

  • Slimboydim . (1/8/2006 9:58:00 AM)

    I have a picture in my mind with paint
    everywhere! !
    Great fun, love your childrens work.
    Kindest Regards Slim. x. (Report) Reply

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