Ima Ryma


Draws Divine - Poem by Ima Ryma

When I walked into my son's room,
Jimmy was busy at his desk,
Drawing something, I did presume
Would surely be quite picturesque.
The great works of my 3 year old
Hung throughout the house in array,
For all who walked through to behold.
My Da Vinci - what can I say?
'Jimmy, what are you drawing now? '
I asked, and my son looked at me,
And said, 'I am drawing God.' Wow!
So I replied, seriously,

'But, no one knows what God looks like.'
'You will when I'm done, ' said my tyke.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 10, 2011


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