a preschool girl, a blank canvas,
tubs of paint in bold colors.
She starts with three bright streaks,
yellow, green, and red, cautiously smeared.
A dab of blue sneaks in.
But then the excitement of paints
and bare hands is too much
and caution goes out the window.
Bold colors mix, painted hands smash,
and out comes blackest-black hands
and a little giggling girl who
can't believe her mess-making luck.
The quick wash up after? Expected.
The glee of paint slung near
and far with mom smiling on?
An unexpected rush to the heart.
***This post is part of Six Word Fridays.***