A pencil moved sharply across a piece of paper
I look up and see a girl's face, reddened with fear.
I ask her, 'What is wrong?' she doesn't reply
And then she says, 'Oh my, oh my'.
I asked her, 'Are you mad, are you sad?
Did something happen at home with Dad?'
She shakes her head 'no' and says with a sigh,
'Oh my, oh my'.
Then, she hands me a picture of a tiger raising a claw
And says, 'This is what I am trying to draw,'
'But tough it is that I can't help but hiss,
At my filthy Drawing.'
I say, 'Drawing is supposed to be peaceful,
The kind that helps you calm down,
No stress, no anxiety, no fear or sadness,
Just calm, peace, and Love.'
The next day, I came to see
A pencil moving swiftly across a piece of paper.
I look up and see a girl's face shining with Cheer.
I asked her, 'How are you feeling?'
But she doesn't reply.
Then all she says is,
'Oh my, oh my.'
