Lulu Is Always Covered In Paints
painting brings Lulu such joy, she has more fun than others.
her fingers and wrists are full of paints of many colors
reds, oranges, greens, blues, yellows, tans the color of sands,
where is my silver? She wonders, studying her hands.
and gold, she says, where is my gold paint? She finds it finally.
Bringing her so much enjoyment, how much happier can she be?
she is always covered with paints, her grandma says, isn’t that great?
Her grandmother is an artist who still paints canvases at age ninety-eight.
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