In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.

A blue crayon

grasped in a chubby fist

made these marks,

that I can’t bring myself

to wash away.

One last reminder

of the baby you were.

Where my eyes see the boy you are,

and my mind imagines

the man you are becoming,

My heart holds my baby tightly,

like a blue crayon

grasped in a chubby fist.

© Amy Porterfield 2021