Creativity smeared blue onto his already lumpy canvas.
He chose blue, because that was the color of her room,
And the one she liked best.
"Mom will love this picture," he thought.
She'd yell in suprise and hang it on the fridge
Next to the other paintings of splotched colors and stick figures.
Blue was for her room and because she liked it,
Green because it's pretty and so is she,
Yellow because it's happy, and she likes to smile a lot,
Red because it's the color of hearts,
And he hearts her more than any painting in the world.
He finished with a purple basketball (because she's lots of fun)
And delicately hung his painting to dry.
"Another masterpiece," he sighed, satisfied by his intense abilities,
And began his next work of art for a very special man-
Beginning with brown: for the tree house they built last summer.
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I love how you associated colors with feelings and emotions--it made the poem so interesting. =]
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