manda . r a i

.PICTURE MEMORIES.

I live in a doorway
between two rooms, I see
Easels splattered with paint
Paper and canvas littering the floor
A beret hanging alone in the corner
above a smock
Paint cans opened,
colorful rainbows spilling over the sides
I see a box of crayons,
the wrappers peeled off
Unfinished sketches
in black and white
Brushes washed and dried in a neat pile
A brilliant array of color pencils
Neatly lined up
Pencils, making their own rainbow of gray and black
I hear quiet
As people concentrate on their work
Pencils scratching on paper,
making a work of art
The sound of erasers squeaking
Paintbrushes moving across the canvas
painting a spectacular picture
Everyone is calm and relaxed
In their own world

I peek in the other room
I see people
Hugs
Laughter
Smiles
Sharing conversations, interests
Writing letters
Hanging out together
At the movies, mall, amusement parks
Having fun
Building memories
to look back on
I hear
Hi, How ya doing, What's new
Laughing, sharing an inside joke
Kindness is abundant
Filling the air with a warmness
Love

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