Beneath the yellowed ceiling
on an old linoleum table
tucked away underneath
a small boy paints and draws

Saturday afternoon visits
each week to his grandparents
his grandmother was an artist too
but for him…drawing is an expression
not only of the moment…but what is inside his head

with his tongue sticking out towards the side
his legs crossed as he bares down upon the pad
with bright colors of red, brown and blue
a forest is waiting to be brought to life

upon the stove a tea kettle expels a whistle
his grandmother comes in and does not see
that under her table is an exotic forest
with tigers and lions waiting in the tall grass

another week goes by and the boy is in class
while the homework is explained
his mind wanders away
towards the vivid scenes inside his head
that awaits the release at grandmother’s house

a small black jack terrier awaits his pets
a tail swags back and forth behind the screen door
and up comes a lil boy with the art satchel in hand
another day for travels underneath the linoleum table

02/27/2005

Posted on 02/28/2005
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