Daddy's Little Artist

It’s quite invasive, don’t you think,

The way the blue blends into pink.

It’s not so pure, it’s not so kind,

It makes me want to lose my mind.

But the pink spills straight to red,

With no regard for my poor head.

Two colors corrupted and no one’s won,

I only wish it all were done.

So she mixes her colors, my little girl,

I don’t see one, just a swirl.

I’m sad to say that I did frown,

And thrust my eyes upon the ground.

She says that life’s about the mix,

Like clay and fire to make a brick.

She can’t use one color, even if she tried,

I smiled with joy and almost cried.

My girl she gets it, more than me,

I was blind before but now I see.

I love her colors and how they combine,

Now she colors outside the lines.