I want to paint…

I want to paint

The smell of a fresh hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day as it swishes around the room with whip cream melting on your lip like ice cream on a summer’s day. I want to paint the excitement of my dog Harry as I grip the lead in my hand to take him for a walk. I want to paint the fresh smell of french toast on a summer morning.

I want to paint

The feeling of fresh new flowers nestled in a pot outside Rose’s flower shop. I want to paint the scent of cupcakes with strawberry cream and hundreds and thousands when I enter the bakery, my eyes bulging with delight. I want paint the excitement of my new school uniform when I try it on.

I want to paint

The sound of elephants laughing in the cold dark night. I want to paint the smell of fresh chicken curry getting served up ready for dinner time. I want to paint the nervous feeling my first day at school when I didn’t have any friends.

I want to paint the end of this poem.