I'd bought some empty cards to doodle on.
My son discovered them. Now one is gone.
I think he feels a slight magnetic pull
To paper, when the marker jar is full,
A sort of three-way orbit of potential;
One boy, some cardstock, colors. Each essential.
He drew some presents underneath a tree,
And then forgot it. As a gift to me.


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DB, would you please do me a favour? And tell your son I think he is a wonderful artiste! Such beautiful colurs ... so carefully chosen ... so lovingly painted.
And DB, I've been meaning to say for oh so long now .... you title your posts so perfectly. Always just the right title.
I often buy packs of cards that drop to a very low price due to a sale. I put them in the arts boxes of the children who then delight in sending them to us throughout the year. Just the other day I received one of the cards back. The front read: Cheers. The inside drawn "cheery." The artist-five.
You're the best!
~r