Iradescent Convalescence Poem by Mike poet

Iradescent convalescence

She giggles as she makes hand prints,
one of blue, one of green,
a colorful little girl
full of hopes and dreams.

She finds healing in painting,
messy fingers smear messy clothes,
with thumb on chin changes views angle
and gets paint right on her nose.

She hears the nurse say 'Medicine.'
She's fixed right where she stands.
even her Friend's they all know
Let her paint
once shes began.



This is part of a Childrens story but I think the poem stands by itself. Will post a couple more from this story and again they stand by theirself in my opinion.