Bright strokes

I was gazing at a stainless canvas

fingers rustled over unshaven beard,
felt my scalp's smoothness,

entered a photo album, strewn
with huddled eyes and lost brightness.

"Uncle, look what I 've drawn!"
chuckled my seven yeared niece,
"There's a castle! A horse, and a Prince!"

"And the Princess?", I queried.
"Inside that castle!"
She put a blot of red on my nose.

"No, she's here!"
I gave her a rub of green on her cheek.

Petite hands played on,

then I noticed
colors have stained
my fingers too.