Todays’s NaPoWriMo prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received.
I wrote a poem about the time a single sheet of paper was not enough for my youngest child’s drawing and how it led him to become an artist and beyond.
It started with a single sheet.
But your ideas could not be contained within one piece of paper.
A single piece became multiple sheets taped together.
You outgrew normal paper and graduated to special sizes.
Then you turned your mind towards filling that paper with drawings.
Crayon masterpieces filled every corner with all the colors of the rainbow.
Chalk came next with my driveway as your canvas.
Crumbling rocks were changed out for charcoal blacks and soot-covered fingers.
We escaped 2-dimensions with 3-dimensional red clay sculptures of people, animals, and ideas.
This morphed into crafting old books into montages and landscapes.
With dimensions sated you became ruled by the point on your color pencils.
Only to be overthrown by the fanciest of shading pens.
We did struggle through the tyranny of cardboard creations.
Power napping inside boxes that became armored monsters.
But all of it was so that you could step into your own creative world of possibilities.
You have always been my creative wonder whose ideas would not fit on one piece of paper.
Now, I am first in line for every one of your gallery showings.
My life forever changed by a single sheet.