Back in the sixties we used to indulge <br />in letting our toddler play in the lounge. <br />When he did drawings over our walls <br />we gave him free reign, hey man it's all cool. <br /> <br />As he went on to pursue this art form <br />we both encouraged, we thought it top draw <br />After all, in due course it would all have to end <br />so we thought, as he went on enjoying this bent. <br /> <br />But when he was ten, he persisted to scrawl <br />over our armchairs, the tables and floors, <br />and on reaching sixteen, yes, all to our cost <br />he still persevered in his drawings - a lot. <br /> <br />Now he has grown, he lives on his own <br />and expresses himself in his own little home. <br />He paints and he writes on the ceilings and walls <br />he'll let the phone ring, he's not in to take calls. <br /> <br />He doesn't seem bothered of what people think <br />although when they visit they tut and they blink. <br />He's expressing himself and it makes him feel good, <br />he's not really bad, he's just misunderstood.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expression-33/
