a poem

this crayola cluttered chaos
turns my mouth up
and it's the little things
this messy menagerie
his giddy gallery
pridefully displayed
with sticky fingers
and creative little mind
proof of life
evidence of childhood
memories of moments
i wish could stay
tomorrow, today, more
not sterile, not perfect, not tidy
i need this
colorful reminder
i love my life:boy:this refrigerator door