Color pencils, sheets of paper
covering the dining rooms table
which had once been set with the finest of china.
The excitement and mirth linger
filling the house with a spirit of joy.
The realities of adulthood
begin to seep in, pushing away the joy.
The pressure begins to surmount the fun.
A slight push back, a plea
an expanded duration of the innocence,
an expanded duration of the smiles.
The joy continues until the time comes,
dinner must be served,
although on paper instead of china.