Exciting Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Coloring in books of yesterday's childhood, using bright
colored crayons, because they're exciting my mind where
new ideas stem from.

So glorious, entertaining, as a child I would spend hours
putting colors into pictures already made.

After doing this so long, becoming aware of the fact that
I too, could draw.

Getting blank paper, looking at all the lines in things I
saw, then copying them on paper the way they looked to me.

Amazing even myself, they looked so much like what I was
seeing, that I continued doing it, getting better through
the years.

Advancing eventually in high school to oil paints, painting
portraits from memory, never needing anyone to pose for me.

Some are still left hanging in ancient hallways of an eastern
university.

Still loving to color, doing so with grandchildren, just as
I'd done with my sons.

Drawing scribbles and coloring them brightly still excites
that part of my brain where ideas stem from even now.

It's good to know that I haven't lost that bit of talent.