You could fill a gallery
With the works of art
That my children have thoughtfully made;
I could wander for hours…
The walls would be filled
As I thoughtfully pondered and gazed.
I would notice the styles,
The colors, the subjects,
The changes from year to year;
I would see their lives,
Their hearts, their love
Poured out so full and clear.
And few could walk at my side
And gaze with such loving joy and pride
At the offerings given
By precious children…
But I could stay for hours!

ADW