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My Granddaughter

My granddaughter and me

the best artists to ever be!

We make, we write, we draw wild things,

So strange and bold, with scribbled wings.

We paint the sun with purple glue,

And give the moon a mohawk too.

We turn the clouds into mashed potatoes,

And make giraffes wear sweet pink halos.

You might look once and raise your brow,

“Is that a dragon... or a cow?”

But we just laugh and say with glee:

“You don’t see it? That’s on you, not me!”

We’re the best

no need to boast

Of silliness, we make the most.

So when you see our crazy art,

Know it's made with love and heart.

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Written by
Marwan-Baytie
56 / M / Australia
Published
Apr 20
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#granddaughter#art
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