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.
Adorable CJ, a lovely sweet poem and a lovely read. Thank you for writing it. Love Ernestine XXX
Another slice of a child's life painted in Rockwellian fashion as only you can do
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...
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
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
Quite enjoyable. Was there a political theme in there as well (red states vs blue states) ? -chuck
Once again a fabulous example of children's poetry at its finest. Shannon xoxo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a picture in my mind with paint everywhere! ! Great fun, love your childrens work. Kindest Regards Slim. x.