Sunshine streams cross the table
Home sick from school, I sit alone
Mouth filled with tart and tangy orange taste 
baby aspirin slowly melting
Box of crayons spread before me
All the colors just for me
Blues from day to midnight dark
Greens from lawns to sea
Intoxicating waxy smell entices
No need to share or squabble 
A remembrance like a lovely painting
Contented child lit by sunshine, 
Waxy crayons and perfection.

- Mary Anita WINKLEA