Kindergarten art class
Painting family trees
There’s a whole world only
A child sees
A quiet boy revealing
His feelings on the table
With a hand quite steady
For a heart unstable

With all the colors to choose from
He could only use one
Or two
Some were sad some were angry faces
And some still had traces
Of black...
And blue

A mother is alone now
They took the man away
The guilt she drowns in a bottle
Revives every day
You could never measure
The height of that despair
Wider than a canyon
Closer than the air

With all the colors to choose from
He could only use one
Or two
Some were sad some were angry faces
And some still had traces
Of black
And blue

The bicycle is gone now
The clothes and all the toys
And any slight reminder
Of little boys
Except one thing forgotten
Inside a closet door
The pencil marks that measured
Five years and nothing more

© 2007 David Argentati (ASCAP)