sonicpoet

The Painting

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.