Finger Painting

Finger painting with yellow paint,

thickly laid and the quaint

way we inked in eyes

to make chicks,

that, with etched feet,

wandered drunkenly

across carefully crafted card.

Inside, a beautifully

composed salutation

in shaky graphite

sprawled beneath the

plethora of hastily glued stars.

How stealthily we concealed

them in our bags,

where glitter might shed

and the corners curl,

long before the Sunday morn

when they might be presented,

payment

for a clutch of chocolate eggs.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So profound again with a stark message of doom about ceremony and making children conform!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is absolutely precious! Evoked so many memories of times gone by...very well written!

[New Dawn]

Thanks Claire - weren't those cards always so special - the making and the giving

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I still have and have scanned the ones my kids did. My mom even saved a couple I made WAY back. They are the best kind and you can feel the heart in them. Loved this!

[Chris]

Payment - for so many, many moments. Well spoken.

[New Dawn]

Thank you so much

[Michael G.]

A fun, playful, loving write. A very enjoyable read. Homemade cards, in my opinion are the best.

[New Dawn]

Thank you Michael - felt a bit daft writing this but it wouldn't go out of my head so I gave in and wrote it anyway. Homemade cards certainly hold a wealth of emotion - i can never find it in me to throw one away

[Michael G.]

And you shouldn't, either. I have a file just for them. My kids (adults now) got into them several years ago and had a great time. Memories stirred.)