My Face

Richard & Esther Provencher


I draw two eyes

with my sharp pencil.

They can see through the window.

Even help me count fingers

and toes.


They watch you all day.

Next I draw a rose

that smells a fluffy rose.

Here comes my dog

with wet fur.


Your baking from the kitchen

curls like chimney smoke.


Two large circles look like

elephant ears.

They can hear sounds

of butterfly wings.

Listen! My striped ball

Is bouncing.


I even hear footsteps

when you come

to tuck me in

at night.

My face is like a

painting on

the wall.

Or a wave on a lake.

And a little mouth

that says,


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© Richard & Esther Provencher 2000


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