One Small Award

One small piece of paper, with a sparkly sticker,

May have no meaning to others.

But ever since the day I've earned it,

It has been one of my special treasures.

Receiving this award, about a quarter of a page, 

With a 'Well done' in the corner,

Is quite a big deal when you're only four,

And on the third day of kindy, it's an honour.

Not knowing how to read the word,

My mum  gave me a clue.

It said that I was becoming an artist,

Which later on became true.

I looked at the award and found a witch,

Who had no colour in her body.

So I took out all the markers I owned,

And tried to make her look pretty.

So now whenever I see this award,

I think of what I was feeling.

When I coloured it in, trying to be the artist,

Who since to third day of kindy, has been growing.