When they were little, they scribbled - As for the colors, they didn't care Their fists held tight around the crayons; Circles and lines were everywhere
Through time, their talents surfaced And true artists they have becomeā¦ Shapes and colors now have meaning, It's not like when they were one
They have learned to stay within the lines; To cut and paste and glue Art of cheerios and macaroni - A true masterpiece, who knew?
Time and effort glue each piece, No reason, nor thought of waste Cautiously, the work evolves; Little fingers stuck with glitter paste
And for a moment, time stands still Sweet child creating what we hold dear - A pure and priceless work of art, For which we know we will never part