The Grahamburglar Poet Rhyme

The Red Crayon

I drew you a picture with crayons, bright red.
It’s there on the wall, and your nightstand and bed.
I scribbled some wax on your nicely cleaned floors, 
all over the kitchen on the cabinet doors.
I drew you some hearts and a bouquet of roses.
In our family picture we now have red noses.
I thought you would smile, but you cried instead.
That look in your eye makes me think that I’m dead. 
I know it’s not perfect, I’m honing my craft,
but please stop those tears, Mom…we don’t have a raft.
I thought you would smile, I swear that it’s true
my message in crayons…is mom, I LOVE YOU!

p.s.
I need a new box of crayons, the red one is worn to a stub.

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Alesia Leach May 22, 2015 at 8:04 PM A playful poem with excellent flow and rhyme. I enjoyed reading reminded me of my son.

Kim Van Breda May 17, 2015 at 1:04 PM Well written poem Preston on the joys and challenges of children. It's like when you tell them, walls are for pictures not drawings, out comes the crayon box and.. voila..their own artistic wall picture. That fine line between teaching them boundaries and allowing their character to grow :) The Grahamburglar May 17, 2015 at 6:07 PM Haha, I have a two year old little girl who is starting to get a little creative in how she chooses to obey rules. It's a challenge sometimes, but it's fun to watch them become whoever they're going to be. Thank you for reading and commenting. =)

Julia Ward May 16, 2015 at 2:50 PM Delightfully composed... Julia, with my best wishes. The Grahamburglar May 17, 2015 at 6:05 PM Hi Julia, thank you for the kind feedback. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. =)