I watched you with a 4-crayon pack,
Filling letters with a careful hand,
Each stroke a single color.
Halfway through, I touched your tiny wrist—
"Try filling the other half of the letter
in a different shade."
One gentle suggestion, then I let go.
Minutes later, I saw the page,
Blended, mixed, striped with life.
You'd gone from blocking letters
To creating art,
With just a touch
Of my hand to yours.
Never lose the gift to listen,
And let your mind weave its magic,
When the guiding hand
Comes from love.
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