a little girl
a little girl
with a church full of friends
for her artist’s brush
chose to paint my nose.
I asked, “what colour
is my nose, is it red
like a clown or white
like a cat or black like
a dog or blue like I’m cold?”
she smiled
that way only little girls do
when they know
a thing and it’s
all about you –
“I painted you nice!”
and skipped away with my soul.
9/2/25
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Author:
FrasMac (
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Comments1
Honesty through the eyes of a child. Nicely written
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