Paintbrush

A Poem by Treble

From the balcony of our hotel,
I watched the silver streaked waterfall.
It was pink from the sunset.

My sister and I watched as
the pink set further and further down.
My little one, the littlest, said, "I love you, mommy"
Just as the sun grazed the horizon.

I hugged him tight,
Asked him how he knew
just what to say.

He laughed and said,
"Mommy, I knew to say it
because it's true."

I felt my laugh come from
the sincerest part of me.
It was a puzzle how such
a little boy could be so sweet.

I picked him up and
hoisted him on my shoulders
to watch the sun dip
gently below the horizon.

When the sun disappeared,
he said, "Mommy,
I love you so much
I want to paint with you."

It was music to my ears,
as it was our favorite activity.
"Okay, but first, let's think.
What can we paint?"

And as the pink set into dark,
our paintbrushes set to mind's eye.

© 2015 Treble

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Something tells me the pink waterfall beneath the setting sun became the subject of those brushes and it was a perfect picture of love in action...if only we could retain the innocence we are born with, we'd never stop painting these pictures... lovely work