Wei Ming’s House

Words float between us
And burst like bubbles.
Lost…

See how the boy holds his brush,
Paints with bold strokes.
Two walls,

A floor, a ceiling
A roof, a door,
Two windows.

Beneath his picture
I write words.
He watches.

Touching the words
I read them aloud.
‘Wei Ming’s House.’

He touches the words
Speaks them,
‘Wei Ming’s House.’

Words float between us like bubbles.
He catches one,
We smile.