Small Blue Crayon

[couchgrouch]

Small Blue CrayonSharon comes home and heads to her roomthe house is still and smothered in gloomthe faded grey walls couldn't look dullerhousekey on a string around her neckneighbors rarely come by to checkyet her nights are filled with light and colorshe found it on the schoolbus floorand picked it up like a pearlnow she draws herself awayto a diff'rent, gentle worldwith a small blue crayonthat's her only friendand her tiny hand danceson a scrap paper canvasto free the loneliness withinno one there to help herno swing set to play onshe retreats into the shelterof a small blue crayonSharon barely knows the alphabetshe hasn't learned addition yetdoesn't know the meaning of single and pluralbut in her young and fragile mindin shadows of neglect something shinesand ev'ry picture is a brilliant muralthe paper has all peeled offher hand is stained a midnight blueyet she paints kaleidoscopescos dreams are the greatest viewit's a small blue crayonwho's her only friendand her tiny hand danceson a scrap paper canvasto free the loneliness withinno one there to help herno swing set to play onshe retreats into the shelterof a small blue crayonshe didn't know mathshe struggled to spellbut she stood up in classfor show and tellher teacher learned there's moreto school than being gradedshe was shaken to the coreby what Sharon createdwith a small blue crayonthat's her only friendand her tiny hand danceson a scrap paper canvasto free the loneliness withinno one there to help herno swing set to play onshe retreats into the shelterof a small blue crayon(c)2005 Robert George