The blue wall in back
amidst the balloons,
spread around him
Lost in his thoughts.
He smiles through pressed lips
his hands are placed down,
he didn't sit long
In silence no sound.
The painting is done
my baby stares out,
the red, pink, and green
balloons are around.
Baby on yellow
baby is mellow,
nicely dressed
paint little fellow.
The painting will hang
My baby has sit
the yellow floor
That baby I miss.
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Author:
sonicpoet (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2016 17:46
- Category: Family
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