The Walls in my home have a thousand tales to confess
My little princess thinks of them as her personal canvas
Whenever the mood strikes, she attacks them as if she means business
It started out with one small little scratch and now its simply endless
Her choice of weapons are varied and many
If not a brush, there’s a pile of crayons she keeps ready
Or the much dreaded sketches or the even messier water paints
My scolding seems to have no effect on her, neither do my pleas or complaints
Her colorful mural almost extends from the floor to roof
One look at it and you ll know who rules our roost
On good days, her dramatic artwork does look fascinating
There are colorful handprints, haphazard smileys & much weird scribbling
There’s not a color in the spectrum that she has missed
Even the murky Browns & inky Blacks fail to derail her artistic tryst
Since I couldn’t stop her, I have decided to join in on the fun
After all, childhood is precious & walls can always be redone
Now the walls in our home bear both of our creative outpourings
But whenever anyone asks, it is always absolutely her doings
By Ramya Nair
