She did this last monthI thought of wiping it
Somehow I could not do
Task of scrubbing it
These are the scribbles
Made by my daughter
With a set of crayons
On the wall’s coffer
This is her work of art
Her first ever impression
Attempt to make something
Of her own reflection
Colorful like herself
Curving in any shape
Not bounded by the rules
We follow like an ape
Intensifying it so more
With fine-looking bends
Coaching us to live
Forgetting all the rends
More of Blue, little Red
Arc of Brown, lines of Green
Split of Black, so of Yellow
Smirking shapes, makes u beam
She had so much fun
To make all the squiggles
On question, she takes onus
And innocently she giggles
Her face reflects the pride
Her eyes becomes though, coy
She thinks her art is marvel
Her thrill reveals the joy
No, I cannot rub it
Not on my own self
It has my angel’s vision
It is my daughter’s delve
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