“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”
I'm sorry! Did he break it?
goodness...these things do need to be away from kids...happy day ~
Ah, 'tis often the way.
You brought a smile to my face! Love it!
Oh no! Don't be harsh to him. Just recall how much you ruined when you ruined when you were young!
This is a very cute take take on Urn.. Amity.. nice haiku.. good to be here.. and nice to see you back.. RS :)
Amity!! Your son is not going to like it, reading in print here!! :D Sure it must have been accidental!! It was just not his day that day!! Did you blow your fuse?? ;)
When my kids cause havoc -- I often need to take a DEEP breath!! Poetry is a good journaling tool!
The last line made me smile Amity. One lovely haiku here.
A great Haiku.Made me smile - reminded me of my youngest, always accident prone!
a nice take on the Urn theme and I like the name of your blog 'cos I truly believe that dreams are reality.
I believe your son owes you a new urn! MyTake on the Prompt
tee hee - very goog.