Today I too played with colours,
But not as the one above does with flowers,

I merely took to my colour pencils,
To lend some hue to the pallid tendrils,

Now that my baby is unwell,
And she’s mostly resting so I can dwell,
On a pastime which I must admit is swell,
Keeps me preoccupied under its spell,

I’ve been prepping myself to return to the brush,
But so far I haven’t felt the creative gush,
Unless it comes from within,
It’s pointless even to begin,

But this is definitely a satisfying start,
To see the waxen sheets blush as I lend colour to the art,
Perhaps the day is not far behind,
When it’ll be my art that on the canvas you’ll find