My Son’s Great Artist

My son’s great artist has
some talent. She can draw
trains, eggs, diapers, snakes,
mountains, umbrellas. She can draw
spoons, waffles, stars, pigs,
and an octopus known as
Herman the Helper. She can draw
the family cat, overalls, and
herself. But she knows
her limits. She knows when
to surrender the pencil
and let him fix everything, add
his swirling pencil scribbles
to every page.

Jessy Randall

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