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.