Poems & Essays

22 Apr

Crayons and a One Year Old

General/Column One Response

I think it every time I see you
with paper and crayon in hand

As you snap a section of forest green
in your mouth, I wonder if the flavor

matches the color. I question
if it would forever be a part of you

and turn the specks in your eyes
the color of abandoned copper train cars

under the sun. Somehow you always
know what to say without saying a word.

You point to the sky and trace stars
with the tips of your fingers.


Julie Ramon is an English instructor, specializing in English as a second language, at Pittsburg State University in Kansas. She graduated with an M.F.A from Spalding University in Louisville, Kentucky. She enjoys baking and selling cakes from home on weekends. She lives in Joplin, Missouri with her husband and son.

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  1. Brandon

    April 23, 2015 at 4:58 pm

    What a magnificent poem from a magnificent mother and wife. I love you!

    “All Crayola and Silly Putty products have been evaluated by an independent toxicologist and found to contain no known toxic substances in sufficient quantities to be harmful to the human body, even if ingested or inhaled.”



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