The paint brushes
hold long ties
Between flowering
children’s art
And the
mellowing mater’s heart.
The
canvasses filled with colors
Found in a
magic garden so quaint;
In hues
and shades of paint.
Creation at
the nexus
Where teacher’s
hands nourish
And young
artists flourish.
In a kaleidoscope
spectrum
Of paintings
telling life’s long romance
Where devotion
and love live in dance.
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