Refrigerator Art

Your little kid comes home from kindergarten,
He says he drew a picture just for you,
A masterpiece on green construction paper,
Though what it is you haven’t got a clue,
But you love those little scribbles just
because of whose they are, 
Just what they are you really do not care,
You kiss your little rembrandt and

you say when we get home,
We’re gonna tape it up on the frigidaire. 

You’re a collector of...refrigerator art

Little kids create new worlds with their crayolas,
To some it might just look like a colored mess,
But beauty’s in the eye of the beholder,  
And mom’s can be so easy to impress.
 
No mother worth the having would chastise or deplore
She’ll open up a gallery, right on the freezer door

We try to do the best of which we’re able,
But everytime you know we fall so short,
Compared to true perfection,
We are all outside the lines, 
At best we’re just refrigerator art.
But the One Who put the stars up in the heavens,
The One Who made the wings of butterflies,
Will take us with our awful disproportion,
Somehow we’re all still lovely in His eyes.
    
He’s a collector of...refrigerator art
A corrector of...refrigerator art
The protector of...refrigerator art.

Your little kid comes home from kindergarten
says"happy momma’s day!
i drew this just for you..."
 

from the project Talking With Tyler
by Allen Levi  ©1996