Wednesday, September 21, 2011

No. 1

He kept her coloring inside the lines

And when her hands shook
He steadied
And when she smudged
He said imperfections can be good

She chose blue so he loved blue
She wanted big strokes so he made big strokes
Then she wanted red and small

He said, You are driving me crazy.
She said, I'm driving me crazy too.

So he held her hand in his and they kept going

Together, they were coloring by number
But she wasn't one to follow a guide

Without him it would just be color
Splashed on a page

And when it was complete
They looked at it
the colors, the strokes, the movement

It was happy and sad
Calm yet wild
Scared but brave

It was beautiful.
So she cried,

He said, let's fill the gallery.

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