For Shelby, Age Six

She took a pencil in her little hand
and drew the world as it was meant to be.

You would not recognize it now,
where she put all the trees,

what she cleverly undid
with the seven naughty seas,

the mountains seem to matter more to valleys,
animal eyes so fluffy and so peaceful,

the rivers march before us
almost embarrassed of their waters,

and man himself is spared
all sorts of silly stormy weather.

I am so proud of how
she’s finally fixed God’s faulty world.