She’s only 5 years old-
red hair, freckles, turned-up nose,
and she has a crayon box;
her VERY OWN crayon box.
She opens it up and gazes in wonder
at all of the pretty colors inside.
Her mommy has given her a magnificent gift:
a piece of yellow drawing paper.
Then the little girl takes her first steps,
crayons in hand, and begins to create.
Colors being picked up and used feverishly
down to the barest, one after another
with loving care.
Minutes fly by at a swift pace
until it finally happens-
She puts down the last crayon,
picks up the drawing
and it’s over..
.. by a 5-year-old with her VERY OWN crayon box..