Fingerpainting

Ive never doubted your character

Only on occasion mine

You call me a Masterpiece-

My Artist has no flaw.

But me, I see only finger paint

Strewn across thick skin

No distinct form to view

Colors mismatched, they simply bleed.

Individual merit seems mixed in

Possibility was once a seed

 A thought to translate to paper

But when the attempts played out

The product is far from imagination

Ive never doubted your design

Only on occasion mine

When I'm done smearing the lines

There is paint all across the floor

Who will help see the picture

Does your flattery only go-

As far as a child's hand? 

Maybe the worth is less then quoted

Creative planning seems now eroded.

I never doubted the Hand I hold

Only the work of mine.

I will never doubt the path you set

Only these steps of mine.