Innocence colored in
Both orange and red,
Crayons upon a page,
Trucks under his bed.

His living art gallery,
Things grownups don't view,
From where he sits,
Life has a whole different hue.

Lush spagetti grass,
Muddy grasshopper pies,
Rainbowed dreams, daisy fields,
Or lofty spaceship skies.

Gooey fish lip kisses,
Peanutbutter handprints on the screen,
Passing gas, rolling laughter,
Palette of fruit bubbles, serene.

Four years old and growing,
Down syndrome, a label,
He can laugh,
Everyone under the table.

Reaching out to touch you,
With colors of his own,
He may paint different colors,
Life, a rainbowed saxophone.

Loving arms to hold you,
Candy cotton kiss,
Sign language "I love you",
His hue, eternal bliss.

SDF

aawww ! that was nice !!!