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by Ladymermaid

I've been playing on the computer too long I think
As I look down
At my granddaughter and her pen
With its beautiful dark blue ink.

She's three and very petite
If she wasn't so inquisitive you could almost call her sweet.
But for now there she sits
On the floor by my feet
Etching flowers on her knees.

"Watcha doing?", I ask.
She looks up then back down
She keeps drawing.
She knows!

"Nice flowers", I say.
I see her lips half smile
She keeps drawing.
She knows darn well!

I rise from my chair
She looks down at her beautiful ink
Drops her pen
And
All I can think
Is
"Thank God she hasn't colored them in".

I hold out my hand and she gives me hers.
Then she leads me to the bathroom and soap
Like she has done so many times before.

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