Oh Marker, how wonderful was once our love!
You arrived in crisp cardboard packages,
your presence lit up my children's faces.
Joy rang out and echoed across my kitchen
the day a swishing plastic store bag
swept you in my door.
Oh, Marker-
you decorated pages that brightened my walls,
covered my doors,
taped themselves to my refrigerator.
My 3 little artists clutched
your firm sides as they scribbled away,
and struggled
to replace your colorful Crayola caps.
They confided their biggest wishes
in your quiet squeaks on
rainbow construction paper.
Oh, Marker.
You were my friend too!
We have history, Marker.
I too clutched you tight and drew
my dreams before they came true.
You cast my love away though.
Now...
You sneak around my home
like a child who is supposedly
napping.
You leave bold footprints on
my floors, my furniture,
my comforters, my televisions,
my once crisp-white walls!
You even left classic blue streaks
on my dog.
Why, oh Marker?
Curse your betrayal!
Oh Marker, my old friend and my
new nemesis.
My tears are red, blue, green,
purple, yellow, orange, brown and black.
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| Crayola (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
