crayon drawn on crayon
a car crash of colour
“I’m colouring the colour! ”
colours hide in corner
rest of page a blank
“The colours are having a rest! ”
center page
an explosion of red & blue
“The colours are having a fight! ”
aBlobOfOrangeGreenHairPurpleEyes
her scrawl
“This is my bestest Dad! ”
one eye
balanced on my hair
other eye escaped from my face
Daddy
a multi-coloured
blob of slime
child drawings
on fridge door
chronicler of our lives
Mummy at least
has a figure
slim as a matchstick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem