THE LITTLE ARTIST
While texting with my Granddaughter
just the other day,
she’s getting ready to run errands,
while her daughter is at play.
Her Husband’s gone to work;
she’s trying to get done,
and with no one there to help her,
there’s just too much going on.
As soon as she is set to go,
her Daughter will be next,
but things just didn’t go as planned,
according to her text.
Sofia’s very quiet Shauna thinks,
that’s really strange,
and after checking things all out,
her schedule she must change.
She got an early start on things
and she could not believe,
she’d have to bathe Sofia
before they both could leave.
The reason she was quiet involved
some markers that she had,
and the way her Mommy talked,
she was colored up quite bad.
On her forearms to her elbows,
to the palms of both her hands,
she shows her pretty artwork,
while before her Mom she stands.
Her palms were fully covered
with purple, red and blue,
and as if that were not enough,
she used a green one too.
But if Mommy said, “Sofia,”
I can see that little Dear,
hold both hands out and then say “Cheese,”
and smile from ear to ear.
So now it’s to the bathtub
for this child of almost two,
to wash off shades of red and purple
and shades of green and blue.
And of course Great Grandma had to laugh
about our little Honey,
but her Mommy at that busy time
didn’t think it was so funny.
When her Mommy wants to take a picture,
she will say, “Sofia,”
and Sofia will always say, “Cheese,”
and smile great big.
This time Mommy didn’t have the camera
while Sofia kept holding out her hands
and saying, “Pretty Mommy, pretty.”
Of course Mommy’s answer was, “Not pretty Sofia.”
I still think
it’s funny every time I think about it,
and I think Mommy has come around
a little bit now also.
by Patricia Capansky