She is a clown. supposed to be a clown
but a sad one at that today.
The paint is gone and the color has faded.
It changed to black and white.
So Papa clown has come.
With His buckets of paint, looking for lil clowns
Lil clowns that need color.
Slowly He bends down and takes out His fine pointed brushes
Paints in the details and lines.
Now she looks up with tears in her eyes and tugs His robe,"paint me!"
He takes her on His lap and wipes the tears and black and white.
Her face is now all clean.
Then he takes the black and white paint upon His face
Replacing the the dull for the new and bright colors
He sits all day with her on His lap and paints.
From morning to night He paints.
Finally He is done.
By now she is already asleep.
slowly He picks her up and puts her down in her bed.
She now has a small smile and she dreams.
She is now once again the Clown she was.
-The painter is always willing.
