I want to paint…

I want to paint

the joy of family, holding a daughter in the air hugging and laughing as a boy looking through the window cries,

planets dancing in a river of stars, holding endless possibilities,

a picnic with strawberries and cake, the sun warming my back,

a sea throwing waves gently at the beach as the sun sets behind it,

the excitement of P.G.L and  how my tummy lifts,

a feather dancing gently in the breeze.

I want to paint

The memory of my family standing around the twinkling lights at Christmas,

a field with wheat, flowers and a baby dear springing across,

destruction, a house crushed by a bomb as people walk past grateful its not theirs,

greed: a man eating money whilst others have empty plates,

the sound of leaves crunching, as I walk through the woods,

the joy of a baby laughing for the first time, as its mother looks down smiling.

I want to paint the hate of war on the crack of dawn like a monster crushing people’s

homes. I want to paint curious crocodiles with teeth as sharp as blades.

I want to paint my friends: angels kind and loving.

I want to paint a playground buzzing with children.