I live in a crayonned house <br />that opens onto <br /> <br />a multicoloured view <br /> <br />of whatever <br />has taken her fancy. <br /> <br />A little purple tree <br />with a large orange apple <br /> <br />wave after wave of <br />the bluest grass. <br /> <br />My little girl larger than me <br />holding my tiny hand <br /> <br />both of us taller <br />than house or tree. <br /> <br />A rainbow of smoke <br />undulating from a fat chimney. <br /> <br />A dog barks across a white sky <br /> <br />('I got tired & couldn't be bothered <br />to colour it in! ' she explains) <br /> <br />Big blue birds flying around <br />our feet. <br /> <br />This crayonned house <br />lives on a wall <br /> <br />of a bedroom <br />you haven't lived in <br /> <br />since you were small <br /> <br />& drew us here <br />with stuck out tongue & intensity of hand. <br /> <br />Now drawn <br />by Time <br /> <br />we return <br /> <br />(good old Dad <br />& dutifully grown daughter) <br /> <br />step into <br />our crayonned world <br /> <br />as if it were <br />yes(only yesterday) <br /> <br />living it <br />all over <br /> <br />again.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-sun-always-shines-magenta-for-lyn/
