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Loved, 12/15/2015, Michael N. Johns
The crayons and the coloring books
Were inexpensive gifts, to remind me
Every Christmas, and every time I looked
At pages done, and pages yet unseen
I was loved.

I colored outside the lines sometimes
It didn’t matter to mom and dad,
Although as a perfectionist I
Felt quite frequently sad
I was loved.

Every year the books were given,
With crayons in an ever larger box
Until I thought I outgrew them
Like my toes outgrew the socks
I was loved.

I miss the coloring books and crayons,
I got while I was growing up
Striving to break my dependence on
My mom and my pop
They taught love.

I bought crayons and coloring books,
And wrapped them with care for mine,
To remind them whenever they look,
Though they might color outside my lines,
They are loved.

I think, without disparaging the gifts,
We should tell each other, me and you.
Adults should get reminders like this
I bought some for me, too.



He was the best father a young boy knew,
Same as saying the boy was the favorite son.
They traced the lines on each others faces

With index fingers, as they aged, and he grew.
Wrinkle, growth, scar, from what they’d done.
Both noticed the slow, small changes.

It was good, as good as the best father could do,
There was food on the table, laughter, fun,
Until boy became man, and men became strangers.

Now he traced the best father’s face like he used to
But no finger traced his face, that race was run,
No smile answered, to crease deeper places

And the favorite son wept, said, “Goodbye.  I love you.”
He went home with his wife, and his own favorite son,
Hugged them both, and softly traced the lines in their faces.