Crafted by tiny hands
Gripping the crayon tightly
Made with such concentration
That you feel you must hold it lightly

Presented to you with such pride
A mayhem of color and lines
A scribble so intricate
A masterpiece by design

Maybe a unicorn’s meadow
Or a circus on tour
Whatever this drawing is
You know it was made with amour

Just a toddler
But an artist still
Now this drawing is given
The highest honour on your windowsill