Fingerpainting

I asked myself why I dont miss
the days of fingerpainting and
realized it's because I never really stopped.
When I knew little I told my story with colors
When I knew more I told my story with shapes
Always I've been told to tell my story with tears
But now, I tell my story with words
So that I saw that I've never given up
the days of fingerpainting
I just make a mess with words instead.
-Madeline Emily

      This poem was written by one of my very best friends.