The dirty window stays closed
With just enough light coming through
The blonde girl sits
Maybe about six
With colored paper laid out
And crayons all about
Drawing people
Holding hands
Hugging each other
Starting to dance
All smiles
All laughter
No hatred
Where nothing matters
Not our races
Not our religion
Not our faces
Not our opinion
Where everyone is kind
And everyone is caring
And everyone is sharing
In this small little crayon world
A poem by my daughter, Agatha Rose (14)
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