He has been drawing,
drawing, drawing, this Sam.
He is obsessive, like his father,
he does not give up.
He cries when I draw the wings
of his dragon too small.
He draws beautiful things:
Monsters,
houses hiding
behind trees full of leaves,
Pirates,
a Daddy with a generous beard.
We go out for an hour,
and he says to me quietly
‘I want to do some drawing’.
#63