How we wonder, as we ponder,
Artfully inclined at two?
Mama gives us paper; pencil,
Colored paper and some glue.
Quiet wonder, each we ponder,
These creative things so new,
Our discernment, and concernment,
To express our point of view.
Patterned wonder, how we ponder,
Every scrawl that we once drew,
Color placement, or effacement,
Understand the inner, “You.”
Grownup wonder, now we ponder,
As we see this life clear through,
Grandma gave us paper; pencil,
Loving art lived in us, too!
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 1, 2012
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