Heart Of The Matter
Through A Child's Eyes
We sit there at the table,
"I've eaten all my tea,
I'll draw for you a picture,
I can, I'm nearly three".
And crayons at the ready,
She begins her masterpiece,
I have to take it home with me,
A present from my niece.
I look at her with interest,
To see how she sees me,
She draws me with a gown of blue,
And next to me, a tree.
She looks at me, and then confirms,
I'm just the same as her,
She places two dots for the eyes,
A nose, and then a chin.
She says because she loves me,
She gives me purple hair,
With orange stripes within it,
A crown I'll have to wear.
I look at her in wonder,
Where does she get this from,
Is this the way she sees me,
Or is this the way I am?
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Through A Child`s Eyes
Through A Child`s Eyes
