I’m smashing the playdough, I’m smashing it good!
I’m mixing the colours and spreading it wide!
Next to dismantle the model she made, not how I wanted,
Just got to get it perfect, I’ll do an upgrade!
The paint sloozes over the paper’s crisp edge like treacle…
Or mustard or a sloppy smashed raw egg.
She’s watching me, pulling a face that makes me laugh inside,
I pour more blue paint out! Carefully watching her watching me.
It’s done now I made just the perfect blue mess,
It feels great, no sign of being expelled from this space!
She’s not like other people who tell me mess is a disgrace!
She isn’t a teacher, nor a parent, in fact…
Not like any other adult I ever have met!
No telling me off or guiding my play,
She just watches and does most everything that I say!
Sometimes when I talk I never felt heard,
But this woman repeats back to me my words.
I must be very special, I think, because she comes here to see me,
Nearly every single week!
I worked out my problems and scrubbed out the word ‘should’,
At 44 years of age I think that’s really quite good!